Now I do have to reverse the uninformed opinions of 30 years or so, and say unequivocally that if Gordon Sumner happens to be passing through Knotty End (especially if Mrs Sumner is with him) there is a chilled bottle of Moët waiting (we've had it years - hope it hasn't gorn orf), a prawn curry with all the trimmings, and an unreserved apology for once calling him a 'bloody pop singer.'
Gordon is contemptuous of humiliation-TV (specifically, the X-Factor), and the appalling state of musical education for youngsters in the UK, where expectations of what children can actually do are so cringeingly low. Egad - we are of like mind!
Tell you what, Gordon - I'll buy another copy of your Dowland CD to replace the one I broke by accidentally stamping it to death, and I promise this time to listen to it with a more open mind, if you'll persuade Mrs S. not to bring the camel when you drop by. Well, fair's fair.
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