So, John Peel Day was the same as Margaret Thatcher's 80th birthday. The Good die young it seems. Though we can but hope that she lives everything she did brought down to ashes.
Not a big Elvis Costello fan. Like Ben Elton I liked him "back in the day" but somehow the 80s just seem so long ago, and he never translated. Still, better than Ben Elton who I now think is just short of the anti-Christ of humour. How can the man who co-wrote BlackAdder write such turgid dross. With thinly veiled misogyny and a Islington sneer about anything and anyone not rich, in the media and living in London.
But, Elvis did write Tramp the dirt down on Spike about Thatchers grave. I shall take myself off to do that when the blessed day comes. And Rejoice.
Though I expect there will be a queue.
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