...But I would walk five hundred miles
And I would five hundred more
Just to be the man
Who walks a thousand miles
To fall down at your door.
The Proclaimers.
The Scottish 'national anthem'. The ultimate 'wooing song', as me and my friends would say. Embarrassingly sentimental, stereotypical, conventional and what not, but lovely. Why is it that in spite of all feminist pretensions, in spite of being able to fend for ourselves, having insisted on not being put up on a pedestal and insisted on paying bills on equal terms, this song which says, "when the money comes in for the work I do, I'll pass almost every penny on to you," does not come across as offensive? Is it just because of the catchy tune of the song? Is it just because of these two cute, heavily bespectacled Scottish twin brothers bouncing up and down and belting out this number with so must gusto? Or is it out of nostalgia for old codes of love? Or because certain aspects of conventional love are actually still beautiful?
What is it that makes the cartoon-like image of this man lying on your doorstep with worn out shoes, grimy face and tongue hanging out, (in other words, half dead) so so endearing? What?
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