Moaning.
Don't you just hate it? Wherever you go, there is no getting away from it.
Smokers do it.
Non smokers do it.
Drunks do it.
The sober do it.
Drivers, while driving do it and when they park-up everybody that has to negotiate around the car does it.
But, at least moaning can be a social event. It is often done standing up, when there is not a seat to be had. Where would the joy of queueing be if not for the ripple and re-ripple of a moan or two passing amongst those in line?
Where would we be without it? Yet, where does it get us?
Staying alive, huh-huh-huh, staying alive. [more correctly whining]
Singing the song didn't do it for Robin Gibb, who has passed away Immortality or Islands in the stream?
http://www.guardian.co.uk/music/2012/may/20/robin-gibb?intcmp=122
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bee_Gees#Soundtrack_releases
And he never saw 64.
Life is for living. When we are each and all gone will our song be sung?
