Evidence That Karen Has Finally Flipped.

I hadn't long turned 15 when we took our annual family holiday in Minorca. For those of you who have never had the pleasure, Minorca is a marginally less English-Chav-Ridden island than its siblings, Majorca and of course Ibiza (pronounced Eye-beefa). We stayed in a sleepy ... hamlet I guess, called Cala Blanca. There wasn't a lot going on there, and in the evenings we were forced into watching the children's entertainment, just for something to do. This consisted of a clown dancing around to a selection of songs which were reminiscent of Black Lace's Agadoo, only worse. We used to joke that the clown was a brain surgeon on the mainland during the winter. Owing to this, for most of my life now, I have found myself spontaneously bursting into this:

iTunes is such a wonderful thing.