I was looking through some photos the other day of my two brothers. They were standing at the front of the congregation at my little brother's wedding. Both of them dressed to the nine's.
What memory pops into my head? The one where my older brother picked on the younger for liking that Bros song, Drop The Boy.
That was three days ago. Ever since, I have heard my brother's rendition of that annoying line - camped up for better teasing effect - playing over and over in my head.
"Drop the boy, drop the boy, ooooh-werrrr, I'm a man, yessiam"
It was twenty years ago! I am going mad.
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