Spoiled my week she did.
Not because of the sixty thousand snoopers who will be watching my every move.
Not because of the hypocrisy that she doesn't torture people.
It was the song, dammit.
One of the best gigs I ever saw was the Ozark Mountain Daredevils.
Round about 1977 - memories are a bit choice at that time.
They played Jackie Blue.
Loved the song, still do.
You know the phrase 'Don't think about elephants'?.
Every time I hear about our Home Secretary, or The Ozarks, I will think about a sad old woman who used to be a kitchen porter masturbating in her room under the stairs.
Oooooh, oooooh, ooooh, ughhhhh, ughhhhhh, JacquiBlue.
Am I truly a sad bastard?