I was at all these Blue Chickens gigs. Merrydown and dodos. Forest of Dean's finest... RIP Jug Fats, he was a fine fellow, smoked fags, played the cider jug, and went round throwing wankers that weren't dancing in to the thick of it. He was the hoe down secretary... Happy days😆
This got an airing in a fascinating docu/drama I watched recently called WORMWOOD, about a CIA agent who was involved in LSD testing and who, it was alleged, jumped out of the window of a New York hotel in 1953. His son has spent his life trying to find out what really happened (he was murdered by the CIA) What this particular song was doing in this programme, I can't begin to understand but suffice to say it has made me aware of what a good singer Mr Como was.
I'm not old. I'm just not as young as I used to be.