Absolutely, and happy anniversary both.

Point of order, it wasn't the Tube but an overground train to Potters Bar 😄

I have fond memories of our vicar taking charge of the music at the church summer fete and playing "Sympathy for the Devil".

Ive sat here watching a gentle old weatherman getting obliterated by Michael Buerk and find myself wondering how BBC journalists are unable to hold the feet of certain "politicians" and other figures to the fire these days.

Speaking of Wilfred Rhodes, by the time he played his last Test match in 1930, snooker player Fred Davis (brother of Joe) had already turned professional. In 1992 Davis, aged 79, lost a Rothmans Grand Prix match to 17-year-old Ronnie O'Sullivan.

My favourite of these when it did the rounds on "the other place" was: Stan Laurel could have ridden a Japanese bullet train.

Yes, I preferred Like a Virgin and Crazy For You and still do. But that's a bit much! Good luck with the book Justin.

You got that far? I nearly stopped when he called Madonna "grievously pathetic" - way to alienate your audience within half a sentence!

Excellent as ever, the leaving behind of a child's Christmas juxtaposed with a feeling of change in music which (as you've often said) wasn't as radical in 1977 as we thought it might be. Re that peculiar Hughie Green record, take a look at this: very long but rewarding. joemoran.net/academic-art...

Never mind that, where were Squeeze playing and why did Gilson Lavis go to hospital??

I also adored Spinning Rock Boogie. And had a misheard lyric for the Waddy too - "your ass shining so brightly".

Some gems here. Keith Moon's drumming like nails being hammered into crosses; your dad calling Johnny Mathis a racist bastard; a remarkable reference to Brecht and Weill from a 12-year-old, and the parallel between "Somebody to Love" and the Lumberjack Song! Genius.

That's more sense than I've seen for a while on the topic, from someone who's not courting Reform votes.

Sometimes I find myself thinking there may be somebody I loathe more than Johnson, then I see his smirking mug again and am reminded...

Not quite up there with Lenin and Benny Hill, but a good one!