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Steve Winwood Valerie
Pure Rock Ballads (Various Artists), Polygram Tv
Sara Bareilles King Of Anything
(CD Single), Columbia, 1
Eagles Take It To The Limit
The Best Of Eagles, Asylum
Shalamar I Can Make You Feel Good
Friends - Deluxe Edition, Big Break Records, 4
Debbie Harry I Want That Man
The Best Millennium Party Ever (Var), Virgin
The Pierces You'll Be Mine
(CD Single), Polydor, 1
Nancy Sinatra These Boots Are Made For Walkin'
The Greatest Hits Of Nancy Sinatra, Boulevard
Electric Light Orchestra Shine A Little Love
ELO's Greatest Hits Vol.2, Epic
Eva Cassidy Fields Of Gold
(CD Single), Blix Street
Teddy Thompson Looking For A Girl
(CD Single), Decca, 1
Tears for Fears Mad World
Tears For Fears - Tears Roll Down, Fontana
Adele Turning Tables
21, XL, 3
Frank Sinatra & Shirley MacLaine Frank Sinatra & Shirley MacLaine - Let's Do It (Let's Fall In Love)
Frank Sinatra - 20 Golden Greats, Capitol
Our very own Folk Hero joins Simon for a chat about the forthcoming Radio 2 Folk Awards - and manages to sneak in a bit of poetry too. LOVELY.
Confession: Pull Up To The Bumper
Hi Simon and the Team,
The events confessed here took place in the mid 70s when I was a schoolboy at a school in a leafy suburb close to an English city.
It was a rather stuck up institution that liked to make its pupils play 'rugger', which was fine if you were a huge brute who had reached puberty early but total misery if, like me, you lagged slightly in the physical development department.
Head in charge of recruiting cannon fodder for the first team to practice charging at was a terrifying, hairy chemistry teacher who we’ll call Mike Jones. He was constantly press-ganging me into the firing line as I was in his set for chemistry, which I also lagged behind in.
Towards the end of a particularly cold and rainy season he collared me
once again to play in a vital match that was coming up. Quick as a flash I blurted out the first lie that came into my head. "I'm sorry sir, but I am unavailable as I have to compete in the cross country.' The all important 'Cock House Run', as it was known, was scheduled for that same afternoon.
This ruse had seemed like a good idea at the time but unfortunately Mr
Jones consulted the head in charge of cross country – let’s call him Bruce Garner - who was an equally terrifying 6' 5" geography teacher. He was only too pleased to have an unexpected volunteer and so I found myself plodding
reluctantly round the local country lanes in the freezing drizzle.
My old chum Rich had been cajoled into the same race and we were
chatting away at the back, trailing the rest of the field by some
distance, when we came across a council truck stranded in deep mud in
a ford. It was the sort with a cab at the front and an open pick-up section behind. The driver was at the wheel while his mate pushed, unsuccessfully at the rear.
Quick as a flash I saw the opportunity for a break from the tedious run.
'Do you need a hand?' I cheerily asked. Rich wasn't too keen, but with
three of us heaving away from behind we soon managed to get the
vehicle back on to the tarmac ready to go. As the council worker
climbed back into the cab a brilliant wheeze struck me. 'May we just
cadge a bit of a lift from you please?' I enquired. Of course they were only too glad to return a favour so I climbed up onto the open back section with the reluctant Rich. After a few directions to the driver we were soon sailing past the other runners, laughing and waving some ‘cheery gestures’ as we went. The looks on their faces were a picture that remains with me to this day.
Once we had passed the leaders we asked the driver to drop us off and, in the interests of fair play, stood to one side as all the competitors dashed on their way before continuing to complete the race in joint last place.
Our innocent little jape harmed no one and did not affect the all-important Cock House scoreboard. Unfortunately someone grassed us up. We were hauled before Mr Garner and given a right old rollicking - dangerous behaviour, disrespect to venerated school tradition, lying to get out of rugby... We were ordered to do 'defaulters' in 'The Quad' for a week.
I seek forgiveness, not from Rich for getting him into trouble or from
the other runners, but from the other more responsible members of our house, as my actions tarnished our House’s reputation, and despite our efforts, gained us no extra points whatsoever – just embarrassment. I would also like to beg forgiveness from Mr Garner and Mr Jones as I went on to become a teacher and now realise, through bitter experience, what an irritating little git I must have been to them.