This is one of the most perfect pop songs ever. Pure aural bliss. It's the musical equivalent of sinking back into your hammock on a lazy sunny day with a bucket of gin and tonic and not a care in the world. And with Sir Ian McKellen in the video, what more could you want? It's yet another reason to love the impeccably named Fyfe Dangerfield.
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posted by L'Wren at 08:49
I like eating Frosties with creamy milk on Saturday mornings as it reminds me of my childhood. I like boys who can play the guitar. I like knitting scarves. I like making lists. I like weird facts about the London Underground. I like the feeling of stabbing my spoon through the paper seal on new jars of instant coffee and getting the rush of coffee smell hitting me. I like jumping up and down at gigs. I like fancy dress parties. I like writing and receiving letters. I like old propaganda posters. I like the smell of books, both brand new ones with squeaky clean covers and unbroken spines, as well as ancient musty ones with battered pages and coffee stains.
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