Tim: It’s a classic story: hook up at a new year’s party, stay together for a while, break up.
Tom: An insight into the life of Tim, there.
Tim: Perhaps, but I, along with most people, would accept that; not our Tommy, though.
Tim: Tommy, you see, wants to almost hit a milestone. He’s not too bothered about making it a full year, just as long as they can keep it going until December. Which makes me think he’s a bit of a dick, really, and I’ll tell you my reasoning. See, if he was going for twelve months, he could have a nice thing about a great year, full anniversary, that sort of thing, which might be slightly acceptable, in a weird way. But no – all he wants to do is make it to some point in December, and what sort of goal is eleven months?
Tom: That’s pretty much what I was figuring. Who on earth says “yes, I’ve hurt you, but we’ve been together for ten months now, so I should at least keep making you miserable until we hit a round number”?
Tim: The only explanation is that he’s got a bet on with a mate, seeing who can last the longest with a girl, he’s only got a few weeks left to go before he’s won, and that’s all he wants her for.
Tom: He can sing though. In all seriousness: with different lyrics, and maybe a bit more production tweaking on that final chorus, this could be a cracking track.
Tim: Perhaps, but until then: seriously, love, stay out. You’re better off without that flaming cockwomble.