There are many reasons that I don’t like this song.
It isn’t Elvis.
It is a dirge.
It still isn’t Elvis.
It makes me feel sad.
And it was playing at Asda yesterday, because someone doesn’t check to see what constitutes cheery shopping Christmas music. But I guess the sales of razor blades increased for a few minutes.
And worse, far worse, is that since then, I’ve been humming the freakin’ song.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarghhhh, will no one rid me of this turbulent tiresome tune?