...Think, Think, Think...:

While searching for a different CD to play while in the bath earlier this evening, I came across Genesis' greatest hits. I stuck it on and was happily, thoughtlessly listening until I got to the song "Tonight, Tonight, Tonight". The first line of which is:

I'm coming down, coming down like a monkey, but its alright.

I'm now left wondering what *exactly* Phil is trying to convey in that lyric.

How does he know that he's coming down like a monkey? Was there a little known Linguaphone set? "Teach Yourself Colloquial Monkey"? All this time has he been chatting with them? Getting their insights into modern culture? All without us knowing?

Does this mean monkeys suffer less from the effects of a drug/booze binge than humans do? Is this an evolutionary blip - something we may have benefited from but has disappeared?

Or is it that Phil is hardcore? That a monkey come-down is worse than a human one but he's cool? Weathering the storm? He can handle it because he was in a prog-rock band?

Answers (or insights) on a postcard please...

Okay. I have a confession to make. Its an embarassing one, but I have to come clean.

I'm a WWE fan.

*hangs head in shame*

Back in the days of Stone Cold and The Rock I used to be a fan too. I used to stay up late to talk to my friend in Florida and I'd watch while we were on the phone.

Recently, as some of you may have heard, Chris Benoit killed his wife and son and then hung himself. Not a happy story. Probably not what the marketing people at the WWE had in mind for bringing new viewers, but it got me watching again.

I'm totally hooked. I'm completely drawn in by the storylines, I'm rooting for the good guys (or "faces as they're known in the game) and booing the bad guys ("heels"). Every Monday for the last two months I've taped Raw on Monday night and every Friday I've watched Smackdown. I watched the Great American Bash. Tonight, its Summerslam. At 1am I'll be up watching. With a beer of course. I've got some french bread and steak in case I feel like I need a steak-sandwich-snackette throughout the show. And some Pringles. And chocolate.

Its strange that I've ended up interested again. I recently gave a co-worker of mine some real shit for admitting he watched it (If you're reading, you know who you are and I'm sorry!) because I thought it was stupid.

Now, I can see that its like a soap. I'm not really a soap fan, they're depressing (Eastenders anyone?) but this is different. Its engrossing. Its not anything to do with the half naked men with hot bodies writhing around on the floor. It really isn't. The prevalence of the "Bloody hell that looked like it hurt!" moments puts a stop to its erotic appeal unfortunately. I don't want to be bled on, you know?

Vince McMahon has an ilegitimate child. Its one of the Superstars on the roster (what are the chances?!) and I'm racking my brain to try and work out who it is.

John Cena and Randy Orton are fighting tonight for the Championship. Besides the fact that I think John Cena is pretty damn foxy (only downside being that he's a white boy who raps) its been a great rivalry to watch build over the last few weeks and I'm hoping Orton gets his ass kicked. Hard.

Batista is going up against The Great Khali, who no one has been able to beat for weeks. Batista is so incredibly cool and I'm totally rooting for him because Khali is mean and I don't like him.

I'll stop there, even though there are about 5 more big fights. I'm sure most of you have glazed over for most of the post.

Well, with that off my chest I'm off to put more beer on to chill. We're Summerslam minus 2h 50m...