"Arkansas" and "AR kensaul" (as in chugga boom) are the same place apparently!

I laboured under the misapprehension that Noel Gallagher was an original and talented musician for at least 6 months in 1995.

I'd heard what turned out to be The Lemonheads' cover of 'Different Drum'. I'd only heard in a nightclub and was too cool for Christmas, let alone to ask DJs what record they'd just played.

I assumed it was an original Morrissey record, presumably a b-side. I consequently bought all of the Kill Uncle era 12" singles in order to hopefully stumble upon it.

After I'd bought them all - and they were all utterly dreadful - I saw a man in a record shop put the record on and left the cover standing up.

Of course. The price of Keef's education was the loss of control over the best records the Stones ever made. Mine was buying a load of crap Morrissey records.

I burned them. Having learned my lesson good and proper, I wasn't about to blow my cool by taking them to a second hand record shop and admit I ever bought them....

with Michael Steele, the female bassist of the Bangles commented on by illuminatus recently. "Oh, you mean Micki Steele..."

... as a kid I was mightily impressed that Neil Simon managed to write all those plays about New York Jewish life while still finding time to churn out literate pop records and get together for occasional reunions with Art Garfunkel.

For years I KNEW that this was a Willie Nelson original covered by Elvis and, later, by the Petties.

It was only reading Graeme Thompson's magnificent biography last year that I learned that Willie also covered it, ten years after Elvis.

It was in fact written by Johnny Christopher, Mark James and Wayne Carson Thompson, fact fans - and originally recorded by Brenda Lee.

Despite having lived in London most of my life, I was in my 30s before I realised that Kings Cross and St Pancras were two separate stations. My discovery was exactly concomitant to accompanying a friend to the station to get her train home to Nottingham, and taking her to Kings Cross, despite her protests that her ticket said St Pancras. "Don't worry, I said, it's the same thing..."

My wife was surprised to discover that Bob Dylan was not black.

Bob. Dylan.

Took me 20 minutes of spluttering and questioning to find out she was really thinking of Bob Marley. And then of course the question was "So which one's Bob Dylan then?"

So much so that I begged to be allowed to stay up and watch that thing he'd written. The Yeoman Of The Guard.

...I was mightily impressed that that old bloke from the insurance ads who was apparently once a film director had turned his hand so skillfully to contemporary sitcoms!

I felt very silly when I did a google to see what else he'd been up to recently.

I always presumed lynyrd skynyrd was some lame joke spelling of leonard skinhead! Looking at it now I'm not sure why

When I saw The Gibson Brothers perform on video "Que Sera" on TOTP, I thought it was The Skids and bet my brother that it was. Even when the evidence to the contrary was clearly in front of me, I thought Jobson and Co were playing some kind of arty prank.

I think it's the third "If you should go" - it sounds like the Skids.