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Thanks Pedr. That won't be too difficult as I seem to have deleted it anyway.     

Nice set Grah. Am I imagining it or have you got an obsession with supermarkets?     

Thanks Jan, it took me quite a while to write, record then post it but it's a song about people's eccentricities which is why it got posted.

Thanks Grah. Yes it's the only double tracking on this song. It's funny sometimes I can do it other times I can't! I was thinking of adding strings but I'll probably leave it as is.     

Pedr, you swine! You made me go back to the smell of new mown grass. The sound of tree branches and leaves in the wind as you sit in the tree tops. The smell of oil and unleaded petrol in a service station. Melting tar on a hot summers day. The shimmer of the sea as seen from the hill top on my way to the beach on a hot summers day, we sometimes get two hot sunny days! The sound of a quiet conversation in the doctors waiting room. And my favourite; bacon frying on the griddle while the scent of toothpaste still hangs in the air.
How I long for those innocent days of the nineteen fifties and sixties when you had to wait two weeks for your pictures from your brownie camera to be developed...well maybe not for that, or grainy black and white TV that finished at 9.30! Having to get up at 8 o'clock on a freezing cold morning to walk the long mile to school. Apart from that you poem is really good.     

Oh, Jim. I meant to say after your well hidden hint; I've noticed that since the last one I did for you people now seem to be lining up to record your songs and doing a better job than me. I've also been busy recording backing tracks for a mate of mine so my time has been a little limited of late. Lets see if I get the  muse on the next one?     

sorry Brian, I had to change one word slightly     

Spot on Pedr, as usual. Plastic Pam's I call them. They make a fortune making themselves look stupid and selfish, then spend it again getting body art, piercings and Botox! Why beautiful young ladies would want a trout pout and a forehead that can't move is beyond my comprehension.
Once again you've hit the nail on the head.     

Great recording Pedr. Almost a rap but I could listen to it and I liked the "put down the phone" chorus. Nice guitar playing too. Well done both     

What a true statement and another insightful observation on today's society. Haven't heard it yet but it's bound to be good. Let you know when I've heard it.     

Nice one Jim. A step into the dark side for you me thinks?     

beautiful sentiments Jeff, you lightened my mood with this. The street where I live is always jam-packed with cars that don't belong here, so I took Ann just a mile away, 5 minutes tops, and by the time I got back some **** has jumped in my parking space, so I was fuming coming on line, I read your poem and felt better, then I read what I've just written and now I'm ready to kill again, metaphorically of course. I'd better read your poem again...     

a telling story Jeff. well written and executed. having crossed the equator myself i found it was just like up here, cold, wet or hot and dusty. hope you get your wish.