Dom's Rambles

Over the past few weeks, and through the medium of Facebook, I’ve been reacquainted with a number of people I used to work with at Royal Mail in Sheffield. These include the guy who looked like a cross between Jimmy Somerville and Avid Merrion and who used to brighten everybody’s Monday with tales of the prostitutes he’d availed himself of over the weekend (right up until some Trippet Lane crack whore stole his wallet after battering him unconscious with a glass ashtray while he was going down on her).
I’m also delighted to have caught up with the girl who reminded me so much – both in looks and manner - of a certain female from my distant past that I used the former's name as the latter’s pseudonym in Down & Out…. That said, the Sally I knew from Royal Mail differed from our leading lady inasmuch as she wasn’t a shallow, self-obsessed, pathologically insincere moral coward with a fabricated nickname and a habit of clinging to, and being able to rationalise the behaviour of, abusive men.
Another of my former colleagues tagged me wanting to know if I’d got a copy of the song which he had very kindly allowed me to record him wolf-whistling for. After an afternoon trawling though the world's most disorganised audio archive I located it.

I’ve been meaning to remix this tune for some time now – the reverb is too loud and messy, that quirky bass line doesn’t really work in a full-on club stomper and the way OTT break down/build up needs sorting out - but until I get around to it enjoy the 2001 mix of Get With It.
There’s a Chocolate Noddy for the first person to tell me where I got the vocal samples from.