Ah - many thanks TOWOS. Saw a pic in the papers here today, but not that one, and no reporting of it. I loved Burnett's quote. (And Mr Idle's of course
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This is going to sound a bit (a lot?) 'me, me, me' but I don't know how else to say it. Until I reached the ripe old age of five or six, there was no music in the world except a single song each week (or day? can't remember) on 'Listen with Mother' (BBC Radio, at that time stuck in the early 1950's on a good day), an Elvis 45 of Heartbreak Hotel, a little Harry Belafonte, Joan Baez singing about a donkey, and three of the first two Beatles albums. (Yeah, I know that doesn't make sense. Except it does. With The Beatles, Meet The Beatles, Hard Day's Night). 'Don't Bother Me' remains, stupidly, my favourite Beatles song. I know there is a pile-up of better work, and other fine things that the man achieved. But I'm stuck being all self-obsessive, and thinking that any bloke who writes a song in their early 20's that works for a 5 year old a decade later, and sticks with a person for another 35 years, deserves a country named after them, not just a little star in a sidewalk. Although the star is lovely, and I'm happy about it.