Panic! At The Disco - There’s A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven’t Thought Of It Yet

(Panic!’s song titles remind me of… errrr, me. All the time. I love me some ridiculously long titles as I’m sure you’ve likely noticed if you’ve been following me for very long at all and I’m pretty sure if I ever recorded an album it would have similarly gratuitously verbose titles. Every song would have to have an acronym or a subtitle just to let people easily refer to them.)

I’m beginning to wonder whether I specifically gravitate to music which will get me ridiculed by my sister because of some kind of subconscious resonant disharmony between my brainwaves and hers.

(I don’t actually own any black trousers with pinstripes, let alone off-white ones, and if I did I wouldn’t call them “slacks” because that is an irritating Americanised euphemism for the glorious creation that is a pair of good old fashioned trousers. But I’m pretty definite I could rock some with a black morning coat.)