My happiest musical moments these days are when we're all in the car together. Singing along. Doesn't happen anywhere else. Arthur's musical taste is typically eclectic for a 21st Century Boy - songs he's picked up from Rock Band, FIFA 10, Pixar, Children In Need and the playground. He has no tribal allegiances yet. It's just music he likes, that we can sing, that feels good. 80s rock. Chumbawumba. Michael Jackson. Art Garfunkel. And - thanks to the good offices of his mother who took him to the stage production - the soundtrack to Oliver. I've never seen him so excited as when he came back from that and he immediately pronounced his intention to become an actor. (So I took him along one day to a stage school open day. We left after one glance round the door. He's clearly inherited our shyness genes.)
Consider Yourself is the peak moment of a perfect musical. Lovely sentiment. Belting tune. Best Internal Rhyme Ever in a lyric:
"Nobody tries to be lah-di-dah or uppity--
There a cuppa-tea for all"
If we didn't already have a company motto (Lorem Ipsum) I'd use that. Maybe we should have it engraved over the door as a mission statement.