Those of you who have been attending lately will have noticed that there's been some running commentary and a number of small and lame jokes - on my part - on the soundtrack to my life. Turns out the soundtrack was in existence but I hadn't quite gotten round to buying it.
There's this feeling of déjà vu, isn't there? You know what's coming (well, thanks to the lovefest that is Fuctbook some of you probably already do). Turns out the magical mystery being who has, time and again, written the songs of my days has done it again. And I just happened to buy the album a few months too late to realise.
I make an awkward and half-arsed cheerleader and, also, being such a fan my judgement is probably not to be trusted but I really must say that Mr Cocker is a man who is improving with age. And I'd still totally do him - such a pity I'm no longer 23.