have spent the last half an hour trying to write alternate lyrics to ‘your song’ and ‘summer lovin” (promos for an upcoming dinner-event thing). it’s very sad. and difficult! i’ve decided the best option is just to go for the crass and corny, as there’s no way you can be clever and witty in a situation like this. well, there’s no way i can, anyway. people expect the corn. and i shall give it to them. (besides, john, my co-conspirator, is writing words to ‘i’m gonna be’ by the proclaimers – already high up on the corn stakes there, so he can’t fail!)
and i was going to be a prize winning novelist by the time i was thirty.