The Bomber and I went to Rutsfest yesterday, as the Old Ruts extended their influence on our lives from rugby and cricket to - and this is unlikely - blissed out, psychedelic, sunny days of music.
On the way there (we went by Tube as there would be drinking) Ben offered me a bribe of a tenner if I could refrain from embarrassing him by singing along with anything. He doesn't have to pay up this morning.
Prodnose: Monkey Gone To Heaven?
Myself: "There was a guy, an under water guy who controlled the sea got killed by ten million pounds of sludge." Someone played a Pixies cover that put me in mind of BP.