Not exactly stupid-happy--more like stupid-angry--but when the Pogues "Sickbed of Cuchulainn" comes on my iPod in the middle of a run or walk with the dog, my legs automatically break into a jig. I can't stop them, and I'm sure I look like an idiot, but I think my Irish blood reaches up and strangles my free will and I end up dancing.
Sarah



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