Another number where we knocked it out, taking it in turns and really having a gay old time. It was joyous.

As usual, Bri Jnr. claimed credit for just about all of this number. Most famously in issue 1031 of the unofficial Space Brain fanclub magazine, Bri was quoted as saying I wasn't even in fenland when this was written and recorded. I was seething when I read that, and immediately nipped to the nearest farmers house to use his telephone to express my dismay. After effin' and jeffin' for a bit, I realised I had the wrong end of the stick.

What does grind my gears is Bri's insistance that I did not play on this song at all. Yes, it is a bit tricky for me and I don't like to play as fast as this, but we had agreed that the guitar solo would actually be guitar solos, and we'd do half each (something not ever seen / heard in music before). That seems to be ignored by his lordship, and he refuses to accept my twidling is there. That, or he would like to claim it as his own. Like the east-wing in my modest seven bedroom mansion.

Wise advice in this dittys title, especially in these relentless, instant times. If we all just slowed down a little and learnt to chill out (man) then we would greatly benefit from it.

There are two versions of this song: the stoned original take and the Alvin and the Chipmunks version- I don't feel that Alvin and his compadres really took on board the lyrical message here but bless them for giving it a go anyway.

The acclaimed soul singer Seal gets an honourable mention in the second verse, though he declined to feature on the record as he was too busy getting a little crazy. Nevermind, there are always missed opportunities in this cutthroat business.

The guitar solo is challenging by my standards and should give your fingers a good workout if you wish to attempt it yourself.

In case you're wondering, I really do have a problem with red-ribboned bras (translated for those lucky enough to not be afflicted with pronounciationism). Have you ever tried to remove one with your teeth from a John Lewis mannequin during peak shopping hours? It's nigh on impossible I tells ya but it's a risky bit of fun anyhow.