I get earworms quite regularly, but never so reliably, nor so unshakably, nor inexplicably, as when I get ill. Sometimes no amount of attempts to read something rich in images and language will make a difference, and my fever-dreams end up spooling out a full night’s worth of mangled loops and iterations of songs I’ve not heard in years, and never particularly liked or disliked at the time.

I lost Monday and Tuesday to an exciting and vigorous bout of norovirus, and Monday night’s sweaty insomnia was soundtracked by this late-80s chart gem. Because where’s the fun in being sick if you can’t share the discomfort, eh?

You’re welcome.