Lost in the moist mists of time for a dozen years, Tico rediscovered an intriguing set of co-written lyrics and a map of chords which he then promptly fired my way, demanding I make something out of them. I then fired them back at Tico, suggesting rather cleverly that we put together our own individual representations of an individual song and the next time we rendezvous we would show each other our results. Tico reluctantly agreed and off we went on our independent missions.

My take on this was to create a 3 part rock opera ala Bo Rhap but with less messing about so it is done and dusted within 3 glorious minutes and not a single Galileo in sight. I sing like an angel for the most part over some tasteful twinkly chords before letting rip with a Pavarotti-pasting tenor vocal on the roaring rock 'n' roll interludes. Tico could not quite belt out 'FISHMONGER' with as much audacious authenticity as I, Bri. My broken biscuit stall is adjacent to the local fishmongers so I sing from experience.

Utter poppycock! T'was my idea - I am sure Bri-Bri is tolling me. Anyhoo... it was meant to be a bit of fun where I came out the champ. Having found a used tissue containing the very special lyrics and chords, but with no idea of where / when / who (we know it was us) / what / why / what / with / woo / whoop / who (?) / what, we decided to re-imagine the ditty. I was sure mine would be the best and I scoffed at any suggestion Bri had performed a good version. I doth my hat - it's good!