Sunday Shuffle

It's a risk setting your ipod on shuffle. You don't want to have to keep flicking through the songs you forgot were on it but you're too asleep to even know what music you want to listen to. Choosing an album by yourself is almost as daunting as the task at hand (there's a face print on the glass door. I mean come on, that's not how to open a door!) Press the button, take the glass cleaner and away you go.

1) On the Other Side - The Strokes Fan-freaking-tastic, we start with something I can growl to like the New Yorker drunk I'd like to be. I hate myself for hating them. I'll drink some more, I'll love them all. I'll drink even more, I'll hate them more than I did before Mr Casablancas is a god and I worshipped him after throwing my boyfriend off my back. There was dancing to do, and I didn't need his hands acting as a bra. I pushed and shoved my way to the front, ignoring the screams of the uncomfortable made up little dolls who were already whining that they were getting crushed. At a concert of all places, how unseemly! I want them to hurry up and come back. I don't care if I have to go myself, I wanna see them again. That's this side of the door clean. Next side, next song.

2) L'amour ne dure pas toujours - Feist My face sets itself into my French pout. The one that I last used yacking on about the negative influence of media on les jeunes until the very bored young guy interrupted with: "euh, in France nobody would say that". I felt like staring him down and telling him I wasn't in France and I didn't speak French and couldn't we just skip all this crap since I didn't even need the grade. Not like he would have cared anyway, he looked half asleep. Apparently he spent most nights in clubs with his 2nd year class. When I finally muddled through, he smiled and pronounced my name perfectly. Take that stupid Olivier! It is too possible to say my name properly with a French accent. Called me Catrine all year and I never answered to it. The song itself is pretty but the pronunciation is funny. Like 'je pensuh' and 'silencuh'. There are no uhs!

3) NYC - Snow Patrol Ahh I love this. I toddle down stairs to get a bucket of water to wipe down the desks (always coffee everywhere) and just beam when this comes on. There's not enough love for old Snow Patrol, as in before everybody played them on the radio until I flinched every time that bing bong of Chasing Cars started. This song has four lines: Is this on? I am so too. I could take you there but I don't know how to get there. I could take you there but I don't know where to go. Some girl sings along too, I dunno who she is. All I know is I can shut my eyes, shout along as I weave in and out of the desks, knocking computers out of idleness and brushing papers to the ground and I'm happy.

4) Might - Modest Mouse Tidying up the mess Snow Patrol left behind I amuse my mum with my singing as she pops in looking for her screwdriver. I might, and you might. But neither of us will though. "Ok, then" she says before disappearing to the studio to finish the soundproofing. There's a little sneer that crops up when Isaac Brock lisps and shouts in my ears countered by the giggle when I think of Joe complaining that he doesn't like Johnny Marr.

5) First It Giveth - Queens of the Stone Age Lip throbs as it reminds me I got kicked in the face seeing them the first time. Boob throbs as it reminds me a guy tried to use it as some sort of boost to jump higher the second time I saw them. I get a shock when I change the bags in the wire mesh bin. Seriously you gotta be strong to listen to Josh Homme.

6) GODDAMN THE STROKES? THAT AINT MUCH OF A SHUFFLE. Lotsa wriggling in my jeans to hit the button and skip. I like variety when I'm cleaning, thank you very much apple. I even pressed the 'lets make it really random and not play 3 songs in a row by the same artist' button last time I changed settings.

6) Black Tongue - Yeah Yeah Yeahs Not a song to sing when people are around. Uh. Uh. Oww. Boy you just a stupid bitch and girl you just a no good dick First concert I went to by myself, first time I went out after David left me for a smaller woman. I wormed my way through the crowd, danced like a fool and screamed every orgasmic scream right along with Karen O while some random girl held on to my arm and laughed. I moan away, safe in the knowledge that the gate is locked and should any of these messy fuckers arrive I'd know.

7) Miserlou - Dick Dale and his Del-tones Pulp fiction! Danny in the cupboard playing something crazy and claiming it was this. Standing on the tables at lunch and dancing. I steal Licorice Allsorts from Licorice Media and stuff my face fulla the little bobbly round ones. A little stale but it's free, whadda I care. It makes crawling on the floor picking up elastic bands a lot more fun. I pocket a couple more for later.

8) Ex-Girlfriend - No Doubt Ah Gwen. Her voice rushes over the sound of the hoover. Why did she have to have a solo career that really was rubbish when she could have made more No Doubt records and me and the Lovely Lass wouldn't be waiting impatiently for them to tour again. I'm another ex-girlfriend on your list but I should have thought of that before we kissed. Man, kissing is the best. Hell with relationships, lets just all kiss each other kay? It will be fun. Except not you. Yeah you kinda smell, go way.

9) Here's Where the Story Ends - Tin Tin Out and Shelly Nelson Aww I got this from a Top of the Pops CD my dad got free from the BBC years ago. In fact the album name tells me it was 1998. It's a pretty song. Everyone I've ever played it too has always said so and thus it must be true. I never should have said the books that you read were all I loved you for It's too pretty to mop to, I wait a little and drink some water from a rather expensive looking bottle but it was all there was in the fridge.

10) Sister Ray (film edit) - The Velvet Underground "Edit? You can't edit Sister Ray. It's a duel between John Cale and Lou Reed. A battle of organ and guitar. Edit. What's the point?" "Dad, calm down. It just plays over the credits of a film you'd probably really like actually, we should watch it sometime. And I don't have the room on my ipod for a song that's 17 minutes long. Duel or no." "Pfffft"

And then my ipod died just as the Dandy Warhols bragged that they 'had known love like a whore' and I was left in silence scrubbing Buckfast off the front steps. Another week completed.