I feel like an extra in a Disney film. Well, felt. There I was, idly brushing my teeth whilst part-muffled singing along to the Colin Hay's I'm waiting for my real life to begin. I won't digress for now on how much I like the song, as it's really inconsequential to the point I'm going to make and, in any case, evident from my mentioning it in the first place. It had reached the end of the song and Colin was hitting a long G note (I found this out by playing the keyboard along to his singing and even trying to try my ear on working out what it was and came to the same answer in both occasions) when I suddenly became aware of a second voice singing along.

I thought it might have been someone coming into my room with a particularly angelic voice (no luck there, then). That out of the way I thought it may have been a second vocal track that I hadn't yet noticed: then I realised that I'd listened before and there definitely wasn't anyone else on the song. Where was the music coming from, then? I looked around and the music was coming from in front of me - it turns out the tap had spontaneously burst into song and decided to join in. Of course, I'm not so naive as to consider that inanimate objects might join in impromptu a cappella versions of whatever happens to be gracing itunes at that particular moment in time, and attribute the perfect G emitted to nothing more than creaking at a fortunate frequency. How it managed to stop at the precise moment Colin did, however, remains a mystery.

I was reminded of the Disney song 'Be our guest' when the flatware of the palace suddenly springs to life and begins its catchy tune with unconvincing french accents. I fear that if this happens in my room then the choreographed study aids will be the least of my worries and that I will have well and truly lost it, however for a moment just then I thought that the time of the double lobotomy and rubber wallpaper was nigh.

Gaz out.