One Year On

Last December was a pretty torrid time for me, as I came to grips with the loss of two family members. They were very different, but both were very special to me.

The first loss actually came in November. As the temperature dropped and the snow fell we had to say goodbye to our family dog, Cookie. We were lucky enough to begin looking after him when he was around seven years old in 2002, and then even more fortunate to get to look after him for the last eight years of his life.



That was a pretty life-changing eight years. Lorraine and I went from being newlyweds to dog owners, to a parent of a baby girl and eventually (a few months before Cookie died) parents of two girls. At each stage Cookie was a loving, loyal dog. He loved Lorraine more than anyone and he wouldn't let anyone between him and her when she went out for a walk with him. I will always honestly believe he would have died for my wife, because he completely lived for her.

His last week wasn't pleasant, starting with a trip to a vet's, an overnight stay, a pickup that seemed to offer hope but which ultimately showed the hopelessness of the situation. It gave us a few days to prepare ourselves for the inevitable, as well as give us a chance to say goodbye. Thankfully as time goes by happier memories supercede the final week, but part of me won't ever be able to forget that. Lorraine and I were there when we took him to the vet's for the last time, and for all the love and loyalty he gave us I can't regret that. He at least deserved to pass away in the company of people he loved, however hard it was for us. After he passed away the vet gave Lorraine two tissues and then passed me the rest of the box.

And yes, I still miss him.

Just a week later, as Scotland came to a standstill amid freezing weather I was unaware that I was losing my paternal grandmother. Due to the weather I was at a friend's flat and out of mobile phone battery when she passed away, and due to a number of factors I did not find out about her passing for another two days.

My Gran was an amazing woman, albeit one who sadly due to geography and family commitments I hadn't seen for five years. As the years went by I tried to make sure I called her more often, and it was always a pleasure to speak to her. Her mind never seemed to have left her, but physical ailments I hadn't seen had diminished her life somewhat.

She was consistently kind and generous. When she met Lorraine for the first time she instantly gained a place in Lorraine's affections by supplying her with a complete album of childhood photos of me. Perhaps more importantly though her opinion of my Mum never changed, regardless of whether she was married to my Dad or not. She thought the world of my Mum, and was more than happy to have her own opinions about people (I'd like to think I'm the same in that regard). She was pithy, witty and always had wonderful stories to tell, but wasn't full of self-importance and was every bit as good a listener as she was a story-teller.

It wasn't until after her death that I found out that my Gran and my Dad didn't have a particularly normal mother-son relationship. For reasons of her own choosing, my Gran never revealed that to me. I didn't reveal that he and I don't have a normal father-son relationship either, as I would have hated to have offended her. Regardless of her own feelings, she was prepared to let me make my own mind up. I wish I'd been honest with her in that regard, just for the sake of being as honest with her as I was with myself.

I miss her too, and wish I'd been there more for her, but there are things in life you can't ever change, however much you'd like to. Most of all I wish had met her Great Granddaughters, who I think she would have adored, and who she would have been adored by herself.

Facebook and the Beautiful People

When I was seven for reasons unexplained to me I switched schools. On my first day there happened to be a girl who was also moving to the same school as me. Her name was Sarah and I remember her striking blonde hair for some reason, and I think she had ribbons in it, although I wouldn't put my life on that. We chatted in a reasonably friendly manner in reception before we were sent to the same classroom. At that point she managed to fit in right away and I began eighteen months of misery as the permanent "new kid".

Nearly thirty years later and we have a new equivalent of this. It's called Facebook.

"Are you on Facebook?" people will ask, and I had to reply "yes", because I was. But I really wished I wasn't. However if someone stealing someone's phone and impersonating them on Facebook is "Frape" then I was somewhat "Frapped" on the site due to a few people that I wouldn't be in touch with any other way.

Why don't I like Facebook? Because it marginalises people. You want to put something witty up? Sure, go ahead, but if your face doesn't fit don't expect it to be recognised, or liked, or commented upon. It'll just drift away into nothingness. If your face fits then go ahead and virtually sneeze before you see how many people rush to comment "Bless you".

With all the moving around I did as a kid it took me a hell of a long time to become comfortable with myself. What I don't really need is a reminder of how I was never really that popular, and how I don't really matter to people I'd even go so far as to say are still pretty important to me.

Friend requests hold a similar stigma to me. The fact is that I haven't been desperate for friends since I was eleven, and I'm not in any hurry to change that now. I'd like to say that I've never sent a friend request to anyone, but that wouldn't be true. There are a few people who I've unfortunately lost touch with who I jumped at the chance to maintain contact with, but that's about it. There are plenty of people who I've seen about who I've thought about adding and just decided against it. They've obviously seen me yet haven't decided to add me, so they're clearly not bothered about me, why should I be so about them?

Of course that does lead to the awkwardness when someone suggests that you add someone as a friend. I once received one of these e-mails through from a particularly good friend, and given that it was a particularly good friend I actually acted on it, whereupon the request to my friend's friend sat dormant for months. In how many ways can that be awkward? If you're me you automatically assume that someone didn't like you after all. I mean, everyone's on Facebook all the time, aren't they? What would take someone so long to add you?

(This is typically where my wife reminds me that I'm oversensitive, which to me becomes another reason why I shouldn't be on Facebook.)

And then you get the people who are in it just for the statistics? "You've got 400 friends, well I've got nearly 450!" And how many of those are friends exactly? I had a clear out on Facebook once and in doing so deleted someone who was what I would call a "collector". It took her a few weeks to try and add me again, at which point I remembered that she and her husband had gone so far as to move house without ever telling Lorraine and I. I was actually able to choose to ignore her permanently.

Someone suggested recently "Can't you unfriend or ignore people who you don't like?" Chance would be a fine thing, but you can't avoid them. Those people are everywhere and can't be avoided. What I love on Twitter is that I occasionally have to dodge a retweet of something Grant Wahl has written, or possibly a random opinion I might disagree with, but they're few and far between, and those people you don't want to hear from are simply ignored, or if it comes from someone you previously liked, they get to be unfollowed.

Facebook keeps trying to add features, and in doing so found more ways to get under my skin. It used to be that your "People You May Know" list could have people permently banished from it, and I wasn't shy about using that. At some point they changed it so that you couldn't ignore people, and along the way I know there were plenty of people who couldn't stand me (and to be honest I felt the same way about them) and I could no longer ignore them.

And then there was what began as Facebook places, and soon became a way to say "I'm out with friends and you're not". Again, fun if you're popular, less so if you're not. In fact if I'm completely honest looking at those kinds of comments made me utterly miserable.

You see Facebook is there for the beautiful people, for those people who might genuinely have 400 friends, who people want to befriend. It isn't for people like me who just go about our daily lives and attract little or no attention. If you type in "Better to be hated" into Google you're offered alternatives such as "ignored", "irrelevant" and "loved for what you're not". I'm past trying to be someone I'm not, and if being myself gets me ignored or makes me irrelevant to people then I can't change that. Again though, what I don't need is a reminder of it.

At 1am on Wednesday 26th October I finally thought that enough was enough. I could chip a few "friends" away here, pare the notifications even further back and even change my password to effectively disable my access, but no, I really needed to be rid of something which made me feel so worthless, and instead cancelled my account (although I wish I'd taken a screenshot of the "These people will miss you" page, because as of this moment none of them have). I wondered if I might have regrets, but that would be a matter of time.

Two weeks later and I don't feel any regret, in fact I wish I had done this years ago. I've spent more time since in actually talking to old friends, and trying to keep in contact in a more earnest fashion. This has been so worthwhile that again I wish I had done it earlier (Facebook or no Facebook), because friends don't exist in a list, they exist in reality, and deserve more than a "comment" here and a "like" there.

SingStar Tennis: A Follow Up

In the unlikely event that anyone wanted a follow up of how the first ever game of SingStar Tennis went, here are the scores from the first game.

It took place between myself and my best friend Neil when he visited, with the contest actually taking place on Friday 7th October. As a kind host I let Neil "serve" first and therefore pick the first song. The songs and scores were as follows (person choosing the song, or "serving" is brackets):

1) Queen - We Are The Champions (Neil)

Neil won 7497-7181, Neil leads 1-0

2) Baha Men - Who Let The Dogs Out (Tony)

Tony 6363-6050, 1-1

3) The Scorpions - Wind of Change (Neil)

Neil 8554-8377, Neil leads 2-1

4) Kelly Clarkson - Since You Been Gone (Tony)

Tony 8129-3762, 2-2

5) Elvis Presley - Suspicious Minds (Neil)

Neil 8089-7492, Neil leads 3-2

6) Toni Braxton - Unbreak My Heart (Tony)

Tony 7693-5391, 3-3

7) Queen - Who Wants to Live Forever (Neil)

Neil 8501-7696, Neil leads 4-3

8) Black - Wonderful Life (Tony)

Tony 9198-8791, 4-4

9) A-Ha - Sun Always Shines on TV (Neil)

Neil 8718-8507, Neil leads 5-4

10) Edwyn Collins - A Girl Like You (Tony)

Tony 6873-6137, 5-5

11) The Proclaimers - Letter From America (Neil)

Tony 7537-7535, Tony leads 6-5 (break of serve!)

12) ABBA - The Day Before You Came (Tony)

Tony 8778-8211, Tony wins 7-5


Neil figured out afterwards that I had been much more tactical (honestly, "Who Let The Dogs Out" is a song we bought for our daughter), so I don't think he'll ever mention hating a song again. As he refused to sing Shayne Ward's "That's My Goal" as a forfeit I'll obviously have to buy him a Kelly Clarkson CD as a joke present to remind him of the fact that I beat him by 4367 on that one song.

I would also like to thank The Proclaimers for providing the most exciting SingStar moment to date (Scottish geography, literally FOR THE WIN!) and for ABBA for writing the most dependable song that I'm still unbeaten on (because almost nobody has ever heard of it).

SingStar Tennis

Next week should be a good week. My best friend is coming up, and seeking family friendly entertainment for the evenings with my oldest daughter it is likely that SingStar will get an airing. Or two. Or possibly fifteen.

So with that in mind I've thought of an idea for a bit of fun between myself and my best friend: SingStar Tennis.

Here's how it works. We both love playing in the duel mode, where we both sing at the same time and whoever gets the highest score wins. With SingStar Tennis I pick six songs and he picks six songs, and we each take turns to hold serve. If we get to 6-6 then we select shuffle, singing off against each other with a randomly selected song.

The winner gets to choose a song for the opponent to sing as a forfeit.

Now if you don't mind, I'm away to clear up my sore throat and practice all the Kelly Clarkson songs my best friend can't sing.

Not So ProUd

One of the interesting things that struck me about the recent UK riots were the origin of those in Tottenham. Tottenham was where my University campus was. I say "was" because it is no longer there, as Middlesex University closed the campus in 2005.

At the same point as the riots were beginning a Middlesex Alumni magazine sat in my pile of mail I had to get round to. I knew it wasn't urgent, so I left the Alumni magazine for a while. The front cover boasted of a new campus in Mauritius. This goes along with a campus that was previously opened in Dubai.

Can anyone point out to me whereabouts Mauritius and Dubai are in Middlesex? No, I didn't think so. Furthermore it wasn't just Tottenham that was closed, Enfield and Bounds Green were also dumped without any ceremony.

Among the various columns I read and programmes I watch I see plenty of people who are proud of their university associations, including that of Purdue, the American university in Indiana that I follow in sports ("Cradle of Astronauts", don't you know?). Super Bowl XLIV MVP Drew Brees donated $2M to the university a few years ago and famed Astronaut Neil Armstrong still maintains ties to the university which he graduated from in 1955.

Am I proud of my university, one which abandons the local community and goes chasing foreign investment? No, I'm absolutely not. The more I read about the university and think about it the more I realise why my parents had concerns about me going there.

(But Adam Ant and Dermot O'Leary went there, so that's okay!)

So keep presenting Trent Park as the image of the university, while still milking students to buy more books, incur more costs in accomodation and offering precious little in terms of practical support, both for the present and their future. The numbers that really matter are pounds and pence, not the student body. Given the choice of Purdue or Middlesex I know which one I would prefer to say I graduated from, for I know which one I am prouder to be associated with.

However loosely that may be.

Remembering the Shuttle

This month saw the final Space Shuttle mission. While most of the 135 flights passed without fanfare I still remembered and treasured the memories of Columbia's initial flight as one of my very first memories. Consequently I grew up with the Shuttle missions, to me they were how Astronauts travelled to space.

Of course besides the spectacular launches, memorable photos and multiple toys there were the tragedies. As much as I remember the original Columbia launch I also remember one Tuesday night in January 1986. When I began watching the BBC evening news with my parents I felt I shouldn't be watching the Challenger launch, and yet I couldn't turn away. Even now repeats of that fateful flight brings the same reaction.

What I remember seeing as a ten year-old boy has over time become somehow even worse to watch, because now we know it wasn't just an accident, it was an avoidable accident. We know what Morton Thiokol advised about launching at such low temperatures, and how what happened was basically what they had said might happen.

In addition to that the flight also had Christa McAuliffe on board, a civillian teacher. Because of her involvement in the teacher in space program her death is remembered with more poignancy than her six colleagues (although the others were sons and daughters, many of them parents, like McAuliffe). Her father, Ed Corrigan, reportedly held the anger and bitterness at NASA to the day he died. As a Dad of two young girls I can understand that feeling, although thankfully not the depth of the pain and suffering. I hope I never do, I couldn't think of anything worse. You don't want to deny your kids fun and adventure, but not at that price.

When Columbia disintegrated on re-entry in 2003 the feeling was similar again, although it was a developing situation that I once again could not turn away from on that Saturday afternoon (in the UK). Again it appeared that NASA had been somewhat cavalier in regard to Astronaut safety.

As time passed the Shuttle took to the skies again, and thankfully there were no more accidents. As my own family grew technology moved in different ways, and NASA's HD film gallery allowed me to share some of the memories with my eldest daughter. I told her when the final ever launch would be, but unfortunately she didn't get to see it. Thankfully the NASA website was there again so we could share the sight together.

When I think of things I would have liked to have seen take place I usually think of sporting events, but of non-sporting events I would have loved to have seen a Shuttle launch. I loved visiting Cape Canaveral when I went there in 1991 with my parents, and I would have loved to have gone back to see a launch with my girls. Sadly the Shuttle's time has come. Hopefully's NASA's next adventure isn't too far away, and hopefully one day I'll be able to take my daughters to see Kennedy Space Center for themselves.

Jemma Turns One

The youngest member of the family turned one at the weekend, so I thought some pictures of the first year of her life would be a nice way to celebrate the occasion. As always all photos are from my Flickr Photostream.



The first thing Jemma learned was how much her big sister loved her...



... even though she would try to steal her bed...



... but she actually preferred her own Moses Basket.



The girls continued to be best of friends...



... while Jemma became more adventurous...



... and enjoyed the ballpit she got for her first birthday.

My Suggestions for New SingStar Releases

So after much waiting the PSN network is back with us and playing games on a Playstation 3 can return to some degree of normality. Then you read that Andrew Lloyd Webber songs are available for SingStar and you have to think that there must be some better options than that. So with that in mind here are three better ideas (at least in my opinion, if you disagree please suggest something different in the comments).

SingStar at the Movies

Wouldn't this work? If they can have other vague categories along with more structured ones like Motown then why not go down this route? You could easily find 25 great songs with cross male/female appeal from movies, or if you like 24 and John Waite's "Deal For Life" from "Days of Thunder" (I think I'm the only person who likes that and thinks it should be used in a cheesy party political broadcast).

SingStar: Beautiful South

Extensive back catalogue, and arguably even bigger if go back to the Housemartins and include them as well. Mixture of songs sung by men and women, quirky, funny stuff, and more than a few songs that a lot of people know. Certainly more than some that you see on the SingStore, mentioning no names (*cough* Eoghan Quigg *cough*)

SingStar: Eagles

My ultimate choice for the a new SingStar addition. An extensive back catalogue, full of classics, and also the ability to go into the solo work of the likes of Don Henley and Glenn Frey as well. Okay, so you're not getting any songs with female lead vocals, but that didn't stop them making SingStar editions for Take That or Queen, and arguably the songs are universal enough to appeal to everyone. I think this is clearly the the one which could have the most universal appeal (and unquestionably more than anything by Busted which presently exists in the SingStore).

Have any better ideas? Suggest them in the comments.

Thoughts on the PSN Security Breach

If, like myself, you own a PlayStation3 then it is more likely than not that you are on the PSN Network. Having seen what has happened in the last week, like me, you might be somewhat displeased with what has occurred.

To summarise Sony's own posts on the matter they experienced an intrusion into the PSN network between the 17th and 19th of April. Then on the 26th of April they informed us that there had been a loss of personal data, including user's addresses, passwords and possibly credit card information. Seemingly it appears that passwords and credit card information was stored in an unencrypted fashion.

When I look through comments on Sony's official blog I am amazed by two things. Firstly, some people's first concern seems to be when the network will be back up and running. Secondly some people are surprised that people are upset with Sony. If a network is unsecured they cannot possibly reopen it as yet, and if that unsecured network has critical unencrypted data on it then I think people have a right to be upset.

Personally I am amazed that Sony did not at least encrypt passwords and credit card information. Looking into encrypting these details is not difficult. I am not careless with my own data and security details and I am personally appalled that a company the size of Sony should be careless with this in this manner. It is an astonishing abuse of trust in my opinion.

At this point in blog comments someone will say that the hackers are to blame. I don't think they're angels in this, but the responsibility to at least encrypt data starts and ends with Sony.

When the network comes back up will I stop playing on it? In all likelihood no, but I'll not put credit card details on the system again. It has also prompted me to carry out a further password audit on every account I have on every site and service I have on the internet. Unfortunately it seems that my details are not safe with anyone, and that if other companies will not take responsibility for it then I have to do my utmost to protect myself, and by association, my family.

My Top Three Twitter Peeves

Had to mention something this month, and as I'm running short of time this topic will do, especially as it is fresh in my head.

Up until the last few days I have had two big Twitter peeves, but upon further thinking that has become three. In reverse order they are:

3) Duplicated Content

Frequently caused by users who have some kind of automatic feed publishing to their twitter account. While slightly irritating when journalists posting a blog post which is repeated shortly afterwards this is worst of all when some companies use this. I had to unfollow one online store recently which for some reason was tweeting every entry to one of their competitions. It all became a lot of clutter, so unfollowing became the only choice for me.

2) Tweet Chats

A slowly growing, very annoying trend, especially when they take place overnight (UK time). I typically wake up to 80-100 tweets, given that my interests lead to me following people in America. However when one of those users has a tweet chat which single-handedly increases that count by about 50 it reaches overkill. For me this is what chatrooms were invented for, not Twitter. If I want to follow up later I can hopefully get a transcript somewhere.

1) People Retweeting Secondary Accounts

This really winds me up, because frankly it looks desperate. There is nothing like an account mentioning another account (whether it be personal cause/business/etc.) in a casual way, only once they've done it five or six times you follow that link and find they have less than twenty followers. If I haven't followed within one or two mentions I'm not likely to, why continue to try to blundgeon me with this?

Of course they can't stop there, so they still pound away with repeated mentions of the second account, and even get to the point where they retweet their own tweets from the secondary account. What is it they say about people who talk to themselves?

(I know, it's the one way to guarantee you get a sensible answer. Ignore me.)

Remember the era of great All-Rounders?

I had to write this, as looking this up on the internet found next to nothing. Nothing! There were thousands of people there, and I was one of them, back in September 1985 who gathered in Arundel to see the world's best Cricket all-rounders compete in the Silk Cut Challenge to see who was best all-rounder in the world at the time.

This was the second such event like this. The previous one took place in Taunton in 1984, where I lived with my parents at the time. For some reason we ended up seeing the one hours away from us in Arundel. I know, it makes no sense. If we'd have waited a few more years we could have just seen this in Hong Kong, where the event eventually moved to.

This one took place on Friday 20th and Saturday 21st September 1985, and I was there on the Saturday with my parents. My parents wouldn't have me missing school for anything.

So who was in this?
Only the cream of the crop of a class of All-Rounders. Ian Botham, Kapil Dev, Richard Hadlee, Viv Richards and (with supporters who annoyed everyone else), Imran Khan.

Khan's supporters annoyed everyone?
Oh yes, running on the pitch, being noisy and generally acting in ways that weren't seen as gentlemanly. For some reason they wound me up, to the point that eighteen months later I gleefully remember Philip DeFreitas hoisting the smug Oxford graduate into a stand full of his supporters at Edgbaston. And I still remember that moment, nearly 24 years later. Joyous.

No Australians?
Australia were represented by Simon O'Donnell. Not exactly a great era for Australian cricket this. However I do remember one O'Donnell six ending up in the beer tent over my left shoulder with a resounding smash.

So who won?
The possibly least likely candidate, South African Clive Rice. He won the year before too, so it was hardly a fluke.

How did he win?
This is what is hazy, because for the life of me I can't find my programme, so I can't verify the rules. I think the basic gist of it was that each player bowled two overs to each batsman. Therefore each batsman got either fourteen or sixteen overs to bat (sorry, can't remember the full entry list either).

I do remember that when Rice batted last it was likely that he had to score well and not get out to win. I don't remember the exact formula of this but basically runs and wickets were good, dismissals while batting were not.

Anything else of note?
This was around the time that Botham and Richards were being represented by Tim Hudson, and wore a striped black/green/yellow/red wristband to signify this. For some reason my parents were sure that something had happened between Hudson and the pair this weekend, as Botham and Richards were somewhat edgey while signing autographs during a break at the event. I don't know if Botham and Richards were any different from their usual persona (Botham's autobiography, "Don't Tell Kath", doesn't appear to mention anything taking place at Arundel), but Richards wasn't keen on people standing behind him, ushering kids to the side of him as he expressly didn't like "people standing behind me". (Personally, knowing this would have made me bowl more spinners to him. It probably would have been futile, but who knows?)

So you were a stalky kid? Get any other autographs?
Robin Smith was a fielder that day, and I got his autograph. The fielders had numbers on their shirts, which I certainly don't remember seeing before that point.

Anyone else acting up?
It's the only time I heard Dickie Bird in person, and he didn't strike me as being particularly friendly either. I guess he had business to attend to though when walking through a crowd.

Any other observations?
That Cricket ground in Arundel is beautiful. One of the most scenic sporting venues I have ever been to.

Would this event be worth resurrecting?
I'd say so. If every form of Twenty20 can be foisted on Cricket fans then why not? The all-rounder pool might be even more shallow now, but I'd suspect it would be just as fun as this event was.

Any other reasons for remembering the event?
Yes, but that's for another time...

The Custom Music Monster

I have a slightly hazy recollection of this, but if my memory serves me rightly Madden 2004 for the PC featured a little nugget which I still appreciate to this day: the ability to add your own music to the game. Sure you had to move music to a particular directory, but it really wasn't a big hassle. The ability to customise had begun!

Of course this meant much more to those with a keener musical ear, like my best friend Neil. He soon good a music converter that Electronic Arts offered and was putting custom music in everything, from various Need For Speed games to his own organ music in the NHL series.

Just over two years ago I bought a PS3. I slowly but surely built up a small collection of games, replacing those which I had for years in different guises on the PC. I thought the launch of NHL 10 would be the ideal time to replace my trusty old copy of NHL 2004, and wow, how pleased would I be with the final version. While I would ideally prefer commentary from Jim Hughson I could overlook that for the most complete custom music solution I had seen to date.

NHL 10 allowed custom music for menus and - for the first time that I could see - individual game events. This sent me scurrying to my .mp3 collection and Audacity, ready to pare down the Three Amigos' "25 Miles" in the style of Rob Fox and all kinds of blue songs for my best friend with a St. Louis bias.

Now FIFA 11 has followed suit (eliminating the need to rid FIFA 09 of any evidence of Duffy) and Gran Turismo has done likewise (in admittedly clunky fashion). Does it get better than this? The difficulty now is in making the choices, not in putting up with what comes with the game. Some examples of individual events/playlists are as follows:

FIFA Menu Music
The Lightning Seeds - "Life of Riley (Instrumental)"
Shakira featuring Wyclef Jean - "Hips Don't Lie"
Black Eyed Peas - "I Gotta Feeling"
Bubba Sparxxx - "Back In The Mud"
Maroon 5 - "Wake Up Call"

NHL Blue Playlist
Eiffel 65 - "Blue (Da Be Dee)"
Chris Isaak - "Blue Hotel"
New Order - "Blue Monday"
Elton John - "I Guess That's Why They Call It The Blues" (my best friend hates this)
Erasure - "Blue Savannah" (see above)

NHL Off Ice Mix
Blue - "Song 2"
The Doors - "Light My Fire"
Franz Ferdinand - "Take Me Out"
Girls Aloud - "Wake Me Out"
Guns 'N' Roses - "Sweet Child O' Mine"
The Lightning Seeds - "Sugar Coated Iceberg"
Monaco - "What Do You Want From Me?"
Spaundau Ballet - "To Cut A Long Story Short

What custom music do you add into the games you play?