"You're toxic. I'm slippin' under"

Besides coming to grips with the fact that my bike is no doubt in a container on its way to, well, whatever country deals in stolen bikes, I discovered that I really like the new Britney Spears song "Toxic." It's got that sliding violin sample a la my favourite song of summer 2003 "Faint" by Linkin Park and a 1960's-spy-guitar thing going on (M and I just finished a debate regarding what would be more effective: referring to the guitar style as John Berry-esque (the principal composer of James Bond themes) or Monty Norman-esque (who was the original composer of the Dr. No theme, which was actually intended for a Bollywood film, but later adapted for everyone's favourite spy). In the end it was decided that going the vague route would be more effective. Yes we are nerds.). I'm not happy about liking this song, even though it has a pretty irresistible middle eastern vibe going on. Not one bit happy. In fact I've decided to express my displeasure by playing the song in a perpetual loop and dancing. As you may know, I'm all about punishing myself.

HRH