Sunday, February 24, 2008

He's everywhere now. Oh no.

It wasn't until I woke up this afternoon that I realised how pale I had been all Friday and Saturday. Oh but today, despite the queasiness, my little brown face stared back from the mirror and I felt more human than I had in days. Too much alcohol and not enough food apparently agree with my complexion if not my digestion.

I am a little disturbed by the Hitler-man flashbacks. Well, not so much flashbacks as omigod he's everywhere now and looking as much like an older flabby Hitler under the harsh electric lights of Marrickville Metro as he did under pub lighting. I will get over this. It's weird but by the end of the day I should be over it. Yeah.

6 comments:

TimT said...

Maybe you should imagine him sitting cross-legged at the front of a stage, singing -

I was just a paper-hanger,
No-one more obscur-er!
Got a call from Reichstag,
Told me I'd be Furher -
Germany was blue, oh
Don't know what to do, so
Hitched up my pants
And conquered France
Now Deutschland's smiling through!


Or maybe just

Heil myself!
Watch my show!
I'm the German Ethel Merman, don't you know!

Shelley said...

Ah, Tim, I was incredibly impressed then - right up until I realised that you'd stolen this. I felt a bit stupid after that.

I really must get a copy of The Producers - oh go on then, tell me which version. Wait, one of them has Matthew Broderick, right? I'll get that one.

TimT said...

The second one has Matthew Broderick in it and all those songs, though the first still has the immortal 'Springtime for Hitler' melody, and the line:

"GENTLEMEN! Will the singing Hitlers please exit stage left, and the dancing Hitlers please exit stage RIGHT!"

I like to pull out a Producer's reference every now and then, just to keep my quote brain in working order.

Shelley said...

It's okay, Tim, I know you're just obsessed.

It was hardly going to be the first one that had Matthew Broderick, now was it?

TimT said...

Obsessed? Yeah, maybe. You say it like it's a bad thing... I laughed for a terribly long time when I first saw the film.

It's got to the point, now, where I catch myself absent-mindedly singing 'Springtime for Hitler' in the most inappropriate of places. The Melbourne Trades Hall, for instance...

Shelley said...

Obsession? Bad? Never!

Is there an appropriate place to sing 'Springtime for Hitler'? Aside from the Strawberry Hills on Saturday night. That would have been fantastic.