So why, why, and WHY are those songs etched deeply and indelibly and hauntingly in my brain, even after more than a quarter century? The songs are vulgar without being witty. They are to a large extent rugby songs. I know new songs, maybe better songs, and plenty. Why do I keep humming to myself about the four and twenty virgins who came down from Inverness?
What brings this up right now is that I've just left a meeting in the office of a respected colleague and project manager. My eyes happened to glance on an item in his office reminding me that this gentleman attended Yale a few decades ago. We were discussing the logistics of generating html help files from a document source in Frame, and what this might mean in terms of Java scripts that power a particular GUI. And meanwhile, in the back of my head, a slow semi-musical chant played on a loop:
To satisfy their libido
They are forced to beat their meat-o
The one or two former members of the Brown Band who occasionally check my journal will know exactly why.