Another resurrected series, and this is another where I made the mistake of mentioning how many posts to expect in the series.
To recap: this is the series where I feature The Guardian’s idea of the 100 best UK #1s ever (if it were an album it would have ! at the end of that), and we see what I have to say about them (which usually isn’t much, to be honest).
Here’s what they had to say about the record which they put at #88:
“Like the Old Testament God, Craig chills on a Sunday, but unlike the Old Testament God, he spends Monday and Tuesday engineering sex and spends the rest of the days until the sabbath having it. We looked upon his creation and saw that it was good: his vocals, drilled in the dexterity of the garage rave, twine around delicate acoustic guitar lines like two lovers in Eden.”
Well, somebody sure took the biblical theme and ran with it, didn’t they?
It’s testament to how much this record entered the public’s psyche that you will often hear comic references to it, whenever somebody mentions any day of the week. For example:
“World War II ended on Sunday 2nd September 1945”
“Craig David would have just been chilling” etc etc.
Or more eloquently, this:
Although his career has been somewhat resurrected over the past few years, David blamed the portrayal of him on Channel 4 show Bo’ Selecta! as the reason for his slide from popularity, which itself was itself lampooned on the show (warning: includes a fair bit of effing an jeffing, and a rather abrupt ending):
Anyway, here’s the record which The Guardian placed at #88 in their list of the greatest UK #1s ever and of which I say: I can see the importance of this tune on the UK garage scene (by which I don’t mean that it inspired dads up and down the land to have a proper clear out of their man-caves (not a euphemism)), its just not my bag, but it’s alright really. I wouldn’t turn the radio off it it came on, put it like that. Which I’m sure you’ll agree is a thoroughly illuminating insight. (For what it’s worth, I always preferred Walking Away.)
Given his hectic schedule from Wednesday to Saturday, it’s perhaps surprising that on his return he was packing this physique, which I’m not jealous of at all since his six-pack stomach just seems weird:
Why are none of his six-pack muscles (not a technical term: abs? Is that right? You can tell what kind of shape I’m in from my ignorance) located symmetrically, as one would expect? And what’s with that one on the left that looks like a duck?
More soon.
A History of Dubious Taste 
I really tried to listen to the song in its entirety. But that first minute of the video did not bode well, and are the vocals played about with? It’s an intensely annoying piece of music and has almost out me in a bad mood.
Rest assured, some Clash or Springsteen is bound to feature here soon or later
I disagree with George and by coincidence I’ve been thinking about this song a fair bit this week. As it’s St David’s day I thought it might be an idea to share some songs by singers called David (there are many) and also thought of Craig because of his surname. I’m going to run out of time now but I have a real fondness for this chap and agree that Bo’Selecta ruined things for him for a time. He wasn’t the best at being interviewed back then either which didn’t help – he tried to be funny but… wasn’t.
He was only 18 when he went straight in at No. 1 with his debut single, Fill Me In. I was nearly 40 by then but the lyrics really reminded me of my teenage years when there was a lot of sneaking around trying to keep trysts secret from your disapproving parents. My the time my daughter got to her teenage years there was no secrecy and we just had to go with the flow as there was the constant threat they would leave home if we didn’t! How times change.
As an (honorary) Welshman, I wish I could claim I posted this to mark St David’s Day. Some furious back peddling is required….