There are many records which I consider to be the greatest pop record ever made.
No, I know that doesn’t make sense.
See, my opinion on the greatest record ever made is an ever-shifting sand.
But this is top of the pile more often than any other, I think:
The Go-Go’s – Our Lips Are Sealed
And so Theresa May has finally confirmed she’ll be standing down as Prime Minister.
I’m with a whole chunk of folks on Twitter who noted that her resignation speech was, tellingly, the first time she had shown any real remorse or shed a tear.
Not when overseeing the systematic purge of the Windrush generation.
Not when visiting Grenfell.
Not when those who were supposed to be receiving disability benefits were dropping dead after they had been deemed ‘fit to work’.
But when she had to admit her tenure was over.
And so, the jostling to become her successor begins in earnest.
Johnson. Gove. Leadsom. Hunt. Raab. McVey. Rudd.
The Bluetones – Carnt Be Trusted
It’s may be a slightly odd comparison to draw, but when I hear this morning’s tune, I think of Tracey Thorn (of Everything But The Girl fame) singing in a Nashville accent.
That’s a compliment, by the way.
I’m sure you’ll tell me what you think:
Sarah Shook & the Disarmers – Good As Gold
I appear to have reached the point in my life where I record daytime game shows to watch when I get home from work.
The Charlatans – Impossible
Next stop: going to the shop in my dressing gown, and asking if the person singing a song is a boy or a girl.