Sorry, Polly, but your acclaimed 2011 LP is one of the worst albums in my collection, and you should see my early 80s Saxon.
PJ Harvey probably isn’t a big fan of Swindon, but last night the town of magic roundabouts, steam and limited edition Archers beer was the venue for my historic LAST ENGLAND TICK.
A microbrewery tap in Swindon with limited opening hours and electronic display boards.
Yes, and I should have done it a year ago when I literally stayed across the road and the bloke in Hop or Big Hop said I must visit.
I never learn.
But symbolically, the Hop Kettle is a great end to England.
Lovely murky beer, a great and genuine welcome, and the buzz of Wiltshire youth in all its splendour.
The youth of today, they have much to say, and a big price to pay, but they fill me with hope.
Except the one playing non-stop Phil Collins in Black Sheep Coffee in Manchester right now.
Right, 22 left, all in Northern Scotland.
How hard can that be ?