You know how it is....it's late, you're YouTubeing, you're filling in the minuteae of rock and pop ephemera for the lady in your life ("look! - it's Clive Gregson on The Whistle Test, and there's Richard Thompson on guitar!"), and suddenly, epiphaniastically, she says "My god! Look at that lovely beautiful boy!". Sadly, we hadn't even got past the introduction. I bow to no man in my appreciation of The Word's resident guffawmeister, but this revelation had me rocking on my heels in shock. Concentrate now, he's not on for long...and then there's some Robyn Hitchcock.

I'm not making this up...