Right. It's not summer. However, I am off on a two week sabbatical, so forgive me if I don't return your comments, tweets or any other communicative endeavours. The mobile goes with me, but only for dire emergencies and super though TIMJ and all my Sufferers surely are, your faithful curmudgeon is dead air. I had lined up something completely different from this disc. However, as is oft the case, I was railroaded by the dulcet tones of another, on a glorious trip in rural Perthshire (on the way back home from Marks&Sparks; if you must know). The sun was shining, the fields were gorgeously green and it felt somehow right that this fine song was on the airwaves. I do believe in 1978 when this single was released, I was on (so to speak) girlfriend no.2. Her name was Esther. She had big hair, great legs, a truly annoying sister, dogs called Baby & Dusty and a goldfish (name unknown). I feel sure we would have snogged to this...ah, lurve was indeed in the air. Over & out, fellow romantics...
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