Well, did you evah!

I did warn you he would crop up again and again.
Before I finally go to bed I have time to inform you that the song that will stay with me until sleep arrives in another by Julian Cope. Tonight I know that the electrify, chilling, climatic, sensuous, If You Loved Me At All from Peggy Suicide is the greatest song ever. And in the words of, amongst others, whinny Canadian rock hombre, Neil Young, long may you run.
That made no sense.
It mirrors Julian Cope's career perfectly then.



Next Day Edit: For those of you who disagree with my description of Neil Young, I should of course typed whiny, not whinny. I am certain that clears up any disagreements.

And the radio said.

Having taken an extended lunchbreak to watch Star Wars (episode four of course, the one everyone should know as Star Wars unless, like Sky Sports wants them to, they believe that history began in 1992) I started the tidying up of the spare room this afternoon. I put on BBC 6music and began the work. Half way through one of Aretha's Foghorn Leghorn impressions, the power cut. After five minutes of dalliance (ho ho ho) it returned to much relief (I wasn't sure that the door entry system would work with electricity for a start).
And as it returned the radio played what is currently the best song ever.
I give you the much underrated (have I said that before?) Julian Cope, a man who will often appear on here as long as I don't lose interest in the damned thing.
The song: Eve's Volcano.
I thank you.