she probably lives in Tahiti

When I was a young boy
My mama said to me
There's only one girl in the world for you
And she probably lives in Tahiti

I'd go the whole wide world
I'd go the whole wide world
Just to find her

One of the great charms of the googlified web is that I can pop any of the random phrases and recollections that bubble up from my subconscious into it and follow any serendipitous hits.

So yesterday, "theresonlyonegirlintheworldforyouandsheprobablylivesintahiti" lead me to Wreckless Eric's own website and his own comments on the song.

He's playing the Half Moon in Putney later this year on June 28th. I lived in the flat over the clock shop next door to it when I first moved up to London and used to be woken by the hoofbeats of the dray horses delivering beer early in the morning. Sounds unlikely for the latter part of the 20th century but it is true.

I bear many an honourable scar from that house of madness. I wonder whatever happened to Nick, John and Rod, my flatmates. Last time I heard - many years ago - Rod was working in a refugee camp for Afghans in Pakistan. That was in the time when it was an obscure, out of the way posting.

Chris and I first met Rod and John in Bilbao when we were on our way to Pamplona. They asked us to look after their luggage while they argued with the police.

Happy days.