Goin' a bit highbrow for a second, one of my party pieces is a catchy, cheeky little Rossini number called La Pastorella delle Alpi, one of those songs which pretends to be innocent but is essentially about sh@gging. I sang it at my parents' birthday party. Heard Mr G get up in the night, wander about, come back to bed, very restless. Next morning:
"Fecking Bella Pastorella on my mind all night, I couldn't sleep!"
Me:
Phone rings at lunchtime. My sister:
"Fecking Bella Pastorella, can't get it out of my head! Couldn't sleep!"
Me:
Later, sister again
"SERIOUSLY, GOING MAD HERE"
She tried chewing some gum which is apparently a sovereign cure, it seemed to work UNTIL THE FOLLOWING DAY...