Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Monday, 18 July 2016
My reference to Granchester Meadows before yesterday's confession was about this. I thought someone might pick up on it, but you were all too busy being shocked about my intention of exposing myself.
I breifly lived in Cambridge, which is a city built on dreams in any case, and I once actually listened to Grantchester Meadows whilst lying in the grass of the real thing, the dawn of the day after I had spent the night there.
At least I think I did, but these were the days before iPods, so I would have had to take a battery-powered record player with me.