What a difference a day makes...

...the wonderful Dinah Washington lullaby for me to regain equilibrium.

Er, no!

A day has not changed anything, and I also encountered, via FaceTube, a version of this sweet song by the plastic excrescence that is Cher. Ho hum! But apart from this hitch, I also found the Esther Phillips version which I remembered from the disco inferno that was Worcester in the mid-to-late 1970s.

My yesterday was blue, dear...my lonely nights are through, dear...oh, Dinah! My today is black, dear, and my lonely nights are thus due to the fact that every other bugger is asleep in bed. Well, in England, anyway. Thanks to my Antipodean Correspondent for communing with me early yesterday!

And good old England managed a score tonight: less convincing on screen than will be so on paper in the morning, but a win, nonetheless. More pleasing is that despite the oil-fuelled grounds at eastern Mancy-land, a lot of the team were English highly-paid denizens of that common weal. With due respect to my Sarfend-based apologist for MCFC, they all showed spirit and I liked the look of New England.

Stage direction: Exeunt pursued by a Bragg!

Billy sang about not looking for a new England, just another girl. I have to object, and reverse the objectives. I'd forgotten about him, and assuming my poetic X-Factor has reached the boot-camp stage, I'd like to rush in Mr Bragg - not Lord Bragg - as a replacement for any neurotic ponce that has dropped out. Probably Shelley. Although if you remember Hywel Bennett as Shelley on the telly, you might want him to be reprieved. Shelley was a role-model for us all! Well, me, anyway.

Rambling again.

To attempt to meld this drivel is beyond me, so I shall bid adieu. The passing thought remains, however, that Baron Bragg of Intellectua probably now owns half of the Lake District, and could afford my baboons wet-weather quarters. And don't write in about missing apostrophes for the last sentence: I realised the potential Frankie Howerd with The Sensational Alex Harvey in my last post, but I write proper, usually. His Lordship would understand the Old English basis for the word 'afford'.

Final question: the Fleur de Lys' version of 'Circles' by The Who had Keith Richard asking who played the effing guitar? Given that Jimmy Page apparently produced the tune, could it have been him? Love to know, cos I love trivia.