Heard this one being sung in India recently. I’d forgotten all about it. It’s a beautiful song. The first few lines are magical:
When I saw you standing there
I bout fell out my chair
And when you moved your mouth to speak
I felt the blood go to my feet.
Great haircut, by the way:
After hearing this in the tributes to Sir Jimmy Young, I now can’t get it out of my head.
So I thought i’d share the fun….
Yesterday I spent all day at Richmond Park. In the morning I was delivering Gazette newspapers in New Malden. Then in the afternoon I joined our very hard-working clerical team in the Kingston office. I bumped into LDV colleague, Mary Reid, who has a crucial top secret role at the Kingston office, which she fulfils every evening. I could tell you what this role involves, but I’d have to eat you afterwards.
It was great to see the streets teeming with orange diamond posters and busy LibDem volunteers. Continue reading