Rant O’Clock

Ever since the election, I’ve tried to avoid the news, politics, the whole she-bang. It’s just too depressing. At least when I was banging on about how stupid an idea Brexit is – and it still is – there seemed to be a point. But now it’s happening, not so much.

But I’m on Twitter quite a lot, and I follow the same people as I did before, so occasionally a tumbleweed of political note rolls across my horizon that I just can’t resist.

For example, the other day I happened to notice that our glorious leader Alexander Boris Defeffle Fwah-Fwah Zip-Wire Zipper-Open Johnson had visited a hospital.

And this caught my eye for two reasons: firstly, I was surpised that none of the staff egged and debagged him, and secondly because he visited Kettering General Hospital, which just so happens to be where I was born (Northants Crew in da house!).

Anyway, I was reminded of this a day or so later when another morsel tumbled into view; this time a press conference, where Bozza announced that on a recent visit to a hospital where he thought there were some coronavirus sufferers, he, martyr and man of the people that he thinks he is (even if that man turns out to be the Stay Puft Marshmallow Corporation Man from Ghostbusters), had shaken hands with everyone.

Because he is our Leader and he will show no fear! He laughs in the face of the coronavirus! He thumbs-a-nose at those selling antibacterial gel for exorbitant prices on ebay (but commends the vendor, capitalism at it’s finest, a sellers market, don’t you know?) He does those hilarious rabbit-ears with his fingers over the heads of those buying masks!

This morsel was quite surprising, given that the official advice (at time of writing) with regards to this possible pandemic was to avoid any hand to hand contact, to wash ones hands for 20-30 seconds (or, as Jacob Rees-Mogg helpfully pointed out, for as long as it takes to sing the National Anthem, which rather implies he only knows the first verse (Queen Mary will be most disappointed), to avoid touching one’s own face/mouth/nose, and if coughing or sneezing in public, to trap the germs expelled from your infected orifice and dispose of the besmerched tissue in a bin (assuming the bin in question wasn’t located within a closed down library).

This advice was, of course, delivered to us like it was some white hot news, oven-ready (of course) and fresh off the press. But of course it wasn’t: see this, from 1961. Generally remembered for one particular quote, but so much better than that (and in case you don’t want to watch the whole thing (you fool) the bit I’m referring to starts at 09:36):

Where was I?

Except: Kettering General Hospital doesn’t have any patients infected with the coronavirus, so Boris couldn’t have shaken hands with anyone contaminated, because they weren’t there.

Ah, but he only said that he thought there were coronavirus victims there, so he wasn’t really lying, was he, dear reader? (This does beg the question as to just how much attention he was paying to the people he met on the visit, but we’ll leave that parked there for now.)

A day or so later, some news to make the country unite in joyful ecstacy: Boris had got yet another woman pregnant, only this time it was his current girlfiend – you know, the one he started shagging whilst his actual wife was undergoing treatment for cancer (no, not the exotic dancer American business woman, the other one) – and this time he was going to do the ruddy decent thing, and marry her.

And this time – and the media glossed over this fact, obviously – only one person in the relationship was already married, and this time, in a quite extraordinary twist, that one person was Boffer Boris.

This is great news, though, right? Another baby Boris will soon be amongst us, and I’m sure it’s just a matter of time before he’s forcing chlorinated chicken down it’s greedy gullet to prove how safe our latest import is.

But the timing of this announcement raised a few eyebrows, reeking as it did of the dead cat routine.

For those not in the know, this is when somebody with power – knowing that something they do not wish the public to dwell on is about to make, or has already made headlines – deflects attention away from the bad thing by making a different story more newsworthy. The rather more literal explanation is that rather than have you look at something they’d rather you didn’t, a dead cat is tossed onto the conference table, and that becomes the centre of conversation instead.

In essence, it’s Ezzie Izzard shouting: “Look out! A badger with a gun!”

I’m not saying that the pregnancy and impending marriage has been made up, far from it – these things tend to happen within a fairly predictable timeframe, like, say, releasing the report into Russian interference with our electoral process, which Boris promised would be released “immediately” after the general election, four months ago.

No, rather what I’m saying is that this announcement – the wonderful story of a couple who have patched things up having only months ago been reported to be engaged in (alleged) domestic abuse – seems to have been rather expertly timed, to detract from a somwehat bigger story.

And that story is Priti Patel.

For those of you who haven’t followed this story – and I certainly haven’t, because, as I say, I don’t really watch the news anymore – over the past week or so, there have been a number of civil servants working under Patel who have either quit their jobs because of the alleged bullying behaviour of our current Home Secretary, or have voiced complaints about her behaviour towards them.

The latest of these just so happened to grasp the oxygen of publicity a few hours before Boris announced the latest victim joyous reciprient of his scattergun spaffing.

Patel, needless to say, denies all such allegations, and many prominent politicians, and quite a few spam-faced supporters, have lept to her defence.

“She’s never done anything wrong!” they cry.

Well, maybe not “anything”; there was that time in 2017 when, serving as International Development Secretary, she held unauthorised meetings with the Government of Israel whilst on a “private holiday”. In an interview shortly afterwards, she said:

“Boris [Johnson – then the Foreign Secretary] knew about the visit. The point is that the Foreign Office did know about this, Boris knew about [the trip]. I went out there, I paid for it. And there is nothing else to it. It is quite extraordinary. It is for the Foreign Office to go away and explain themselves. The stuff that is out there is it, as far as I’m concerned. I went on holiday and met with people and organisations. As far as I’m concerned, the Foreign Office have known about this.”

Well that’s cleared that up, then. It’s emphatically clear that everybody within government who needed to know about her meetings knew in advance.

Except….

Two days later, Patel released an apology for her actions, and corrected her remarks, which she said gave “the false impression” that the Foreign Secretary knew about the meetings. I can’t think how anyone would have got that idea.

A few more days passed, and details of two more undisclosed meetings with Israeli officials in Westminster and New York in September 2017 emerged. Patel jumped before she was pushed resigned from her cabinet position.

I may not have explained that very well, so to be sure, here’s some funny people doing it so much better (and then going a little off-topic):

So Patel has form, form which was ‘just’ lying, so since that’s behaviour is straight out of the current Government handbook, it could be overlooked by Boris – you know, like how with one breath he can argue that Brexit was about taking back control from unelected politicians, and in the next make defeated Conservative candidate Zac Goldsmith and long-time ally, a Lord so he could sit in his cabinet, alongside recently retired (i.e. who didn’t even stand in the election) Nicky Morgan – hence Patel’s reinstatement to the position she (at the time of writing) currently holds: Home Secretary.

But then, on top of the allegations of bullying (which she denies, of course she does, and we should believe her), Patel chose this week to deny – not for the first time – that she had ever been an advocate of the reintroduction of capital punishment at any time when she was a cabinet minister. Yet again, her comments were “taken out of context”.

I believe her. No, really, I do.

Look, here’s some footage of her definitely not saying that she supported the reintroduction of capital punishment when she certainly wasn’t in the Cabinet as International Development Secretary. Or, to put it another way: Hislop incoming!:

But to jump to the conclusion that Patel is a selfish careerist politician who’ll say anything to dog-whistle the grunting, non-thinking, soon-to-be-unemployed-if-they’re not already right-wing, who consider the ownership of a St George’s cross tattoo on the neck to be a barcode for determining whether one belongs in this country or not, is of course misguided. Let’s not forget that she recently advocated the introduction of a points-based system for immigrants which would have precluded her own parents from settling here. (“Send them home! And her! No, wait, not her! She tells it like it is!)”

In her defence, amongst all the points-system that Patel outlined for allowing settled status in the UK to be conferred, there was a reduction of the minimum salary threshold to be reduced from £30,000 to £25,600. Which seems like an improvement, until you realise this was packaged as the cut-off point where skilled work kicks in – which leaves all of the carers, quite a few nurses, and many others whose jobs I wouldn’t like to try to do finding themselves suddenly described as ‘unskilled’.

And don’t forget The Rakes. I hope they all have settled citizenship status, for it was only a few years ago they were gloriously proclaiming this (which I really should be posting on a Tuesday morning, but when you want to make a point….):

The Rakes – 22 Grand Job

It’s at around this point that I’m expecting those who spend a lot of time attacking people because they’re either from an ethnic minority or a woman or both, to attack me, claiming that the only reason I’m having a pop at Priti Patel is because she’s a woman or from an ethnic minority or both.

It really isn’t. Her gender and her ethnic background play no part in this.

No, I’m having a pop based purely on her own terms, that incompetent people (should) be paid less than competent ones. It’s because – and I generally try to keep the swears out of this kind of thing, but I think with Patel it needs saying – she’s a fucking duplicitous, lying, brazen careerist idiot who would stick a wet finger up in the air to see which way she thinks the wind is blowing before doing or saying anything, but would probably forget to wet it first.

As this brilliant clip demonstrates, she doesn’t even know the difference between terrorism and counter-terrorism, which, one would think in her job, is quite an important distinction to have got nailed down:

So, this seems apt:

Spin Doctors – Little Miss Can’t Be Wrong

Or perhaps this:

Asobi Seksu – Never Understand

Phew. Chest-load lightened.

More soon.

Four (Two)

So, following on from last night’s post…

…it’s the weekend before payday, and I’m broke. So, a weekend, in the flat, watching TV and adding to the usual slew of posts that I generally write over these two days.

You may have noticed, despite my best efforts to disguise my ineptitude behind a veneer of seemingly planned series’, that often what I write here is pretty much made up of whatever I think of when the laptop grinds into life.

Even more often, usually just as I’ve clicked the button marked “Publish”, I think of something I wish I’d written instead.

Such was the case with last night’s post.

How can I let a fourth anniversary pass without mention of this:

Which is of course, a reference to this timeless comedy sketch:

This seems appropriate:

Led Zeppelin – Communication Breakdown

As do these four versions of the same song, the first of which I picked up on 7″ single back in 1986 from a Record Fayre (I never understood why they insisted on spelling Fayre like that, as if they thought it would add some rustic credibility to the event) at The Wirrina in Peterborough (demolished back in 2010, it’s only as I come to write this that I find Northern Soul All Nighters were held there in the 1970s):

Elvis Costello – Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood

Although perhaps the most famous version is this:

The Animals – Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood

Then there’s the obligatory Disco(ish) version:

Santa Esmeralda starring Leroy Gomez – Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood

And of course, the Queen of all versions:

Nina Simone – Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood

And, on a similar subject, another 7″ single I bought, also in 1986 (I was, arguably, starting to get the hang of buying decent singles by this point….):

The Pretenders – Don’t Get Me Wrong

…as can be evidenced by the fact that I did not buy this one on 7″ single at all, but I am strangely filled with an overwhelming urge to hear it now:

Spin Doctors – Little Miss Can’t Be Wrong

But I digress. Where was I?

Ah yes. Candles.

Then to round things off, I can’t let the chance to post this go by:

Ian McCulloch – Candleland

More soon.

The Chain #28

Hello.

I’m not in the best of moods today. I am being held together by vodka, sleepy dust and  a general distrust of people with the ability to vote. Be gentle with me.

Just as we have to try and make Brexit work, idiotic as it may be, and just as we now have to swallow the idea of a racist, misogynistic, idiotic reality TV star being the most important and influential man in the world, idiotic as that may be, so we need to buckle down and get this done. Business as usual.

So (sorry, CC), last week we ended up with Dr. John’s “Such a Night”, from his “In the Right Place” album, and the usual request for your suggestions for songs which link to that, in the hope that someone might suggest the actual next record in the actual BB sponsored chain (rest easy, anti-BBC-ites, I get no sponsorship for this), but without caring too much about that really.

There seems to be only one place to start today. Here’s The Swede:

“‘Such a Night’ was produced by Allen Toussaint , who also wrote (among many other classics) ‘Yes We Can’ by Lee Dorsey. The song was later covered brilliantly by The Pointer Sisters, though Lee’s version is the one for me.”

Lee Dorsey – Yes We Can

In case you’re wondering why I say that’s the best place to start, much like Bob the Builder, “Yes We Can” was Obama’s slogan back in 2008. I don’t think Hillary had a slogan, did she? Maybe that’s where she went wrong. But then again, “There’s a perfectly legitimate reason why I deleted those emails” was never going to resonate with the US voting public in quite the same way as “I am a vile, groping, orange excuse for a human being” seems to have done.

That’s the last mention of it, I promise.

The remainder of this week’s suggestions can, broadly, be bracketed together. Whilst some went down the New Orleans route, the majority plumped for either links to “Doctor” or links to “John” with a few (okay, more than a few) exceptions that proved the rule. Whatever that means.

So, to the Doctor links. And we’ll start with SWC “outing” Badger as a secret Dr. Hook fan:

“Hurrah a chance for Badger to finally express in words his secret love of Dr Hook.”

As it happens, Badger didn’t take the bait, but I’m going to go out on a limb and say there’s nothing wrong with a bit of Dr. Hook. Anyone else agree?

“I also have a secret love to Dr. Hook. Therefore I suggest ‘You Ain’t Got the Right’ because it meant a lot to me when I had the blues” offers Walter/Kuttowski

Thanks Walter! Hope this doesn’t rake up too many bad memories then:

Dr. Hook – You Ain’t Got the Right

The next one could fit in either the Doctor or the John category. Prompted by this comment, also from SWC:

“We could obviously go down the Dr John Cooper Clarke route. But I don’t know any of his songs. I do know that he has just released a record with Hugh Cornwell that is supposed to be quite good.”

Charity Chic knows some though, and he suggested thusly:

“Dr John Cooper Clark – You Will Never See a Nipple in the Daily Express”

John Cooper Clarke – (You Never See a Nipple in the) Daily Express

Plenty of utter tits, though.

Time for birthday boy Badger‘s suggestions:Badger

“I’ll go rather fittingly down the doctor route. And I will steer away from Dr’s Hook, Feelgood and the Medics and suggest again rather aptly: Call the Doctor by Spacemen 3”

Spacemen 3 – Call the Doctor

But wait! He’s not done there:

“Failing that the Doctor Who thing that The Timelords did.”

This, you mean?:

The Timelords – Doctorin’ The Tardis

Happy birthday, Badger. We’ll ignore the Gary Glitter sample there, obviously, as it leads me rather smartly on to my first suggestion of the week, which needs no introduction:

Orbital – Doctor

Okay, so maybe no introduction, but maybe a nerdo explanation. The main sound plug from that is the 1970s Tom Baker Doctor-era’s theme tune, created by the BBC’s Radiophonic Workshop. More than any other TV theme tune, that version makes me want to hide behind the sofa.

Also, Orbital, having mysteriously regenerated into an act who could play live again after they split up ten years or so earlier, performed this at Glastonbury in 2010, with an actual Doctor in the house:

Here with more Doctor-based shenanigans, is Alyson:

“Got a double link but no long drawn out reason for it, just that the band is Dr Feelgood and the song is Back in The Night.”

Sometimes, less is more.

Dr. Feelgood – Back In The Night

Oh wait, I have another one. Here’s a Doctor-y band, but not the song you most often associate with them:

Spin Doctors – Little Miss Can’t Be Wrong

And so to the Johns. But first, one of those suggestions that doesn’t really fit anywhere else. Here’s The Great Gog:

“I noticed that this song [the Dr John one, remember?] features on the music video of a film called 3000 Miles To Graceland. This set me thinking about suggesting a certain Proclaimers song six times, a certain Big Country song seven and a half times, or a certain Pretenders song one and a half times. See what erratic sleep patterns do to you?

 Ultimately though the far more obvious suggestion is the rather lovely Graceland from The Bible.”

Thank Gawd for that, for I have no idea which Big Country record you’re referring to (I got the other two!)

The Bible – Graceland

Ok, so here’s SWC, back again with the first of a series of Johns:

“My favourite John in music is the one mentioned by Alexi Sayle in his quintessentially wonderful Top 20 smash ‘Ullo John! Got a New Motor?’”

Alexei Sayle – Ullo John! Gotta New Motor?

I wish I could see all my non-UK readers scratching their heads as they listen to that.

Time for a submission from The Robster who actually gives us three suggestions, this is the second:

“…how about something by The Three Johns? Death Of The European, maybe?”

 The Three Johns – Death of the European

Now, ordinarily, I wouldn’t allow multiple suggestions for the same artiste, but today, well today’s different, for today the first of these is about John Cooper Clarke. It’s not often I get to post a GCSE approved poet, so I’ll let it slide this time.

Here’s Swiss Adam from Bagging Area:

“John Cooper Clarke – it has to be Twat.”

John Cooper Clarke – Twat

I imagine Dirk will be happy with that suggestion.

And so, to the rest. Over to Charity Chic (again):

“So The Animals and Dr John are by no means the only artists to extol the virtues of New Orleans. So Native American band Redbone pitch in with The Witch Queen of New Orleans.”

Redbone – The Witch Queen Of New Orleans

He’s not done yet though, oh no:

 “So band members and brothers Pat and Lolly Vegas also contribute on an absolute classic – Harlan County by Jim Ford.”

Jim Ford – Harlan County

Let’s pop back to hear The Robster’s other two suggestions:

“On the song title – we could have the classic December 1963 (Oh What A Night) by the Four Seasons….”

The Four Seasons – December, 1963 (Oh, What a Night)

Would have gone for “The Night” myself, but there you go.

“And on the artist himself – Dr. John released a tribute album to Louis Armstrong a couple of years ago. One of the songs he covered was Mack The Knife. I can’t think of anything better to include here than the wonderful original by Satchmo himself.”

Me neither.

Louis Armstrong – Mack The Knife

Who wants to suggest the worst record of the week?

George does.

“I’ve got the worst song for you this week. The band Racey also recorded a song called Such a Night, but I suspect most of us know them for Lay Your Love On Me. Truly terrible”

Racey – Lay Your Love On Me

Personally, I remember them for “Some Girls” and for the lead singer’s (third one in on that picture) ability to eat an apple through a tennis racket.

But who knew there were so many links between Dr John and Racey? Here’s Rigid Digit:

“Racey also recorded a track called “Kitty” on their debut album. With a bit of gender re-orientation and a video a featuring Cheerleaders it became the one and only hit for Toni Basil, ‘Hey Mickey'”

Somewhere in the back of my mind this struck a chord, so I checked it out, and scarred though I now am for having listed to four Racey songs on the trot, he’s not wrong. It’s a bit like Scott English’s “Brandy” being changed to Barry Manilow’s “Mandy”, although apparently any rumours about English’s original being about his dog are purely fictional.

Anyway, here’s Toni Basil, in all her cheer-leading, one hit wonderness:

Toni Basil – Mickey

George is back:

“…and from such truly dreadful stick-pins-in-your-eyes [I’ve told you before George, if you don’t like hearing something, go for the ears every time over the eyes] song to this: The Drifters recorded a song called Such a Night, with the legendary Clyde McPhatter on lead vocal. And as a solo artist Clyde McPhatter recorded “The Treasure Of Love'”

Clyde McPhatter – Treasure Of Love

And since people are coming back for another go, here’s Alyson:

“…my only real memory of Dr John is when he appeared on the BBC Charity record Perfect Day, where he popped in 2oth and then 26th order in the line-up. Very scarily that was made in 1997, nearly 20 years ago. That does link to Lou Reed and his original version which popped up in the film Trainspotting the year before and I don’t know about you but I feel bombarded today with trailers for Trainspotting 2 (in a good way). Will go with Lou Reed and Perfect Day as well if you have time?”

Have time??? Not only do I have time for this:

Lou Reed – Perfect Day

…I also have time for this:

I cannot wait for that to land. The first film is one of my favourite films ever, and I was already excited about it, but when I saw that, which has just enough call backs to the first film to intrigue me even further…well, I’ve already started scouring the local cinema listings waiting for it to appear.

Here’s Dirk. Dirk has a different way of dealing the idea of linking records together. Whilst the rest of us ponder the staple tune and think of songs to link to it, Dirk seems to decide on what record he wants to hear then just make up any old stuff to get to it:

“Rumour has it that said Jim in the tune was not only angry about Dr. John trying to steal his woman, in fact he was incandescent with fury, so much so that he nearly was about to explode! A true story, of course, which some time later led Jack White to write “Jimmy The Exploder”, so there you are ….”

The White Stripes – Jimmy The Exploder

Right, well, if you’re having that, then I’m having this. If Jimmy exploded, then you would need something or someone to clear that Mr Creosote-esque mess up. And who better, then, than Jimmy The Hoover?

Jimmy The Hoover – Tantalise

Since I allowed two poems by John Cooper Clarke in earlier, I don’t suppose I can get all sniffy about another Dr. Feelgood suggestion, can I? Here’s Walter/Kuttowski, back for seconds, and, as it turns out, those creative juices must be flowing, thirds:

“My first thought was on Dr. Feelgood and Wilco Johnson (his real name is John Wilkinson) a band that was the link between pubrock and early punk. I suggest their Sneaking Suspicion.”

Dr. Feelgood – Sneakin’ Suspicion

Did I say “thirds”?

“Thinking about ‘night’ Saturday night comes to my mind. Don’t worry but I won’t suggest the Bee Gee’s at this place. I remember The Leyton Buzzards another band that was active in the late 70’s. Therefore I suggest ‘Saturday Night Beneath The Plastic Palm Trees.'”

I was more worried you might suggest Whigfield, to be honest.

Leyton Buzzards – Saturday Night Beneath The Plastic Palm Trees

Rigid Digit’s back, and thankfully this time he doesn’t come armed with any Racey-based factoids:

“Dr John’s real name is Malcolm John “Mac” Rebennack (thank you wikipedia).
Malcolm is one of those un-Rock n Roll names – there are a few but not many.
Malcolm Young – a choice AC/DC track to follow next?
Malcolm McLaren – sticking with the previous possible Animal link, how about Buffalo Gals?”

As you haven’t actually suggested it, you can have the album version rather than the catchier single version:

Malcolm McLaren – Buffalo Gals

Or: “Malcolm Owen – lead singer of The Ruts.

From that lot I nominate “Staring At The Rude Boys” – the last Ruts single released before Malcolm Owen’s death (suicide?) in 1980″

RD is right to query the nature of Owen’s death. A heroin overdose, I think, so possibly not suicide.

The Ruts – Staring At The Rude Boys

Whilst we’re on Malcolms, here’s Rol, who wins this week’s “Most Blatant Plug for his own Blog” Award.

“I thought I’d see how many songs I could come up with that mentioned a Malcolm in the lyrics. I thought there’d be very few; turns out I could easily populate a Top Ten… although a lot of them would be about Malcolm X.”

As it happens, he was going somewhere with this, so I’ll allow this subtle slice of product placement.

“‘Malcolm Solves His Problems With A Chainsaw’ by the Arrogant Worms is worthy of a mention though.”

The Arrogant Worms – Malcolm Solves His Problems With A Chain Saw

And so to The Beard:

“Dr John’s 2012 album Locked Down was produced by Dan Auerbach from The Black Keys. Dan was also the name of Alan Partridge’s one time best friend (“Dan. Dan. Dan. DAN. DAN…”). Alan Partridge when not presenting Skirmish, a military based general knowledge quiz show on digital cable television channel UK Conquest, could be found behind the wheels at Radio Norwich where, among extolling the virtues of other deep cuts, he implored listeners to “kommen sie bitte und listen to Kraftwerk”. Cue, The Model…”

Actually, if you go on that there YouTube, someone has done a mix of The Model with the Partridge quote to which you allude sampled on it, over and over and over and over and over again, ad nauseum. It’s too annoying to post a link too. I bear no responsibility for you seeking it out yourself this way.

Kraftwerk – The Model

Now. I was all ready to apologise to Rol for posting ten songs earlier today about how annoyed I am with certain world events, but having just checked his blog, I need not have worried. Turns out, there’s plenty of songs we can use to illustrate what a dick Trump is.

Anyway, here’s Rol, with the last two suggestions of the week:

“1. In the lyrics to Such A Night, Dr. John sings “You came here with my best friend Jim, and here I am, trying to steal you away from him…”

One famous Jim who’s obviously lost his woman to another man (even though he claims it’s nobody else’s fault) is Jimmy Buffet in the song Margaritaville.”

Jimmy Buffett – Margaritaville

“2. Dr. John performed Such A Night in The Band’s famous Last Waltz concert. One of my favourite waltzes is Margo’s Waltz by Lloyd Cole.”

Lloyd Cole – Margo’s Waltz

There’s a reason that I’ve left Rol’s final suggestion until last: he came perilously close to suggesting the official record in the official Chain:

“Dr John played at The Last Waltz, which was The Band’s final concert…”

28. The Band – Up On Cripple Creek

So close….

Anyway, as I pack the cigar away (not a Clinton reference), all that’s left for me to do is invite you to submit your suggestions for songs that link to The Band’s “Up On Cripple Creek”, along with your description of the link which needs to get past my incredibly rigorous vetting process, via the Comments section down below.

And, I guarantee, unless anyone suggests the same record, I have the worst one for next week already down.

See you next week.

More soon.