Beardy bard Harry Clayton-Wright pronounces on modern ills.

Beardy bard Harry Clayton-Wright pronounces on modern ills.

Don’t look now but some of the finest utterings on 21st century qualms you’ll hear this week has been provided not by Noam Chomsky, nor by Bob Geldof and not even Russell Brand. Lummy.

Fans of Miss Behave’s Game Show (which is coming to Brighton this Friday) may know him as Harriet, the dancing demon who propels the phone-based show along. Under his muggle monicker of Harry Clayton-Wright, the beardy bard below pronounces on modern ills in a charming, insightful and, at times, highly witty take on Alanis Morissette’s Ironic.

The irony of Morissette’s song not being very ironic is not lost on us but, thankfully, Harriet has grasped the concept a little firmer.

An old man turned ninety-eight
He waited for a GIF to load and died the next day.
It’s your best profile picture, that doesn’t get any likes
Its being a flawless babe on Tindr, and not getting any swipes right.
And isn’t it ironic… don’t you think
Discovering Grindr on your wedding day
It’s a free song on iTunes when you’ve already paid
The Millennium Bug and your Norton AntiVirus is a day late.
And who would’ve thought… it figures
Mr. Play It Safe didn’t give out his details online
He didn’t forward on that email to twenty people, thinking, well, he’d be fine.
He had a run of bad luck that lasted exactly twenty years.
And as he accidentally put his hand a blender, he thought
“Fuck. I didn’t send that email to twenty people…”
And isn’t it ironic… don’t you think
Discovering Grindr on your wedding day
It’s free song on iTunes when you’ve already paid
The Millennium Bug and your Norton AntiVirus is a day late.
And who would’ve thought… it figures
Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything’s okay and everything’s going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think everything’s gone wrong and everything blows up
In your face – I didn’t change that bit.
A slow download speed, when you’re already late.
You post a photo of your butt and the internet doesn’t break.
It’s like ten thousand iPhone 4 chargers when all you need is a 5.
It’s meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting him in real life.
And isn’t it ironic…don’t you think
Discovering Grindr on your wedding day
It’s a free song on iTunes when you’ve already paid
The Millennium Bug and your Norton AntiVirus is a day late.
And who would’ve thought… it figures