Nothing like a good ol’ Vietnamese marching band in the morning here in Saigon. Thinking back to my own school days I think I was well short changed. A tatty hymn book followed by the Lord’s Prayer was all we got every morning. No marching bands. Maybe once a year we had a blast through the national anthem. Various ancient seasonal hits made an appearance at Harvest time, Christmas and wotnot. Here in Vietnam, lest you forget, you’ve got a selection of cool Vietnamese kid surfpop garage rock, the Vietnam national anthem without fail every Monday morning and every single other morning – for the last 6 months or so at the very least – we get to shape up and dance with the faceless Saigon marching band. Just what you need at 7am in the morning every single morning. Marvellous. Have a listen. Repeat it six times at 7am every day for a few months and see if you don’t start mumbling to yourself in corners, chewing cardboard and headbutting walls. I’ve seen it happen. Be careful.