Follow-ups

Quite by accident, I discovered that Liverpool's Danish defender Daniel Agger (the new and future Sami Hyppia) also celebrates his birthday on December 12. What a truly auspicious day it turns out to be. Mr Agger is also 6'2" (or 6'3") and 12st 6lb (or 12st 8lb). All of which goes to prove that you shouldn't rely on the internet as a research tool; a bit of a bugger for lazy students like me but a salutary warning nonetheless.

My friend Phil writes to point out that Paul McCartney is guilty of an egregious abuse of grammar in Live and Let Die. To which I say bah humbug. Discussing lyricists, he agrees with me about the genius of Tom Lehrer, composer of the seasonal favourite I'm Spending Hannukah (in Santa Monica) and also of Victoria Wood, who rhymed 'bric-a-bric' with 'wicker back' in Acorn Antiques: the Musical. She also produced the brilliant:

"I think about you right from dawn until dusk, you
haven't spoken to me, I just stand in your bus queue."

And, in the song Let's Do It:

'not bleakly, not meekly, beat me on the bottom with a Woman's Weekly'

I don't think I could go out with anyone who didn't love that sort of thing (and that sound you heard was the pool of prospective boyfriends shrinking further).

Mind you, I was out with Phil last night, reflecting for the second time that this particular Liverpool pub was quite stunningly free from anything attractive (the first time is another story), when we were obnoxiously accosted by a slobbering drunk. Now, I have nothing against drunk people, nothing against gay men and nothing against Scots, but I do dislike the combination when it sits next to me and asks me for its opinion on its pool playing. Slobberingly. And when it calls me Harry.

I made my excuses and left