Just as Phil Collins' solo albums are like heroin for recently divorced men of a certain age, so too is Dido for their female counterparts. Part of Dido's appeal of course is that she looks like she works behind the counter at Officeworks, making her an easy-to-relate-to every woman figure...a sort of archetype denuded of the mythic, until all that remains is that friend of your sister who you once sort of half fancied when you were a bit pissed.
But to her target market a veritable goddess of verite, finding Sandra among her recently converted acolytes, courtesy of her marriage to Geoffrey going south for a perpetual winter. That no woman ever has listened to Dido while still in a relationship is borne out by the fact that she had the CD for a full 13 months before even unwrapping it, and then only doing so when Geoffrey bundled up his last socks and threw them into his gym bag, telling her to 'take it sleasy' as his parting remark, thus also taking his famous quickfire wit with him.
This song is what is known in SGWB terms as the 'tour of duty syndrome', a sort of musical post traumatic stress disorder, wherein the narrator recounts a past event as though it is still in the present...all that's missing are the sound of helicopter blades and a fat Marlon Brando face.
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