So it's Sunday evening and having supped 'well but not wisely' as some wordmith once said, I started up the old audio and selected random to see what the gods would select for me.....

Up came 'Let it grow' from 461 Ocean Boulevard. This has long been an album redolent of good times for me (If not for its Composer!) and I whistled along happily while washing up.

But wait...what's happened?...My addled brain plays a few tricks with the tempo and something else has appeared in the musical mist...something soot-stained and terrifying....noooo! it's Dick Van Dyke in Mary F£%$^&g Poppins! Chim Chim Cheree!

I'm doomed - Clapton is powerless to counter the cockernee yank vowel-mangler and a good song is now ruined for me. Does this happen to anyone else?

All together...

'Standing at the crossroads
Trying to read the signs
Goood lack will rab orf when oi shakes ends wiv YOOOOO'