All in it together...

I see from last night's news and today's press, one of Prince Harry's bestest chums was mugged. Harry is now a hero, for sorting it all out...well, he phoned Plod and said, 'gosh, friend, robbed, Blackberry, you're ma' best pal, blaaaargh'.
My investigations (courtesy of some deep-throat phone tapping) reveal the true tale. It would appear that Tarquin Faw-Faw III was quietly becoming pished in Club Toffee-Arse, when some bounder stole the maraschino cherry from his favourite 'Shoot the Proletariat' cocktail. To make matters worse, the small gold embossed sword through which said fruit was skewered, was left tantalizingly perched on the edge of the glass, atop a single black velvet glove with the epithet 'WaNkA' and an appropriate hand gesture symbol inlaid in gold leaf.
Upon receiving a call from his deeply distressed buddy, Harry swept into action, without the merest fear for his own safety. He bravely finished the seven remaining courses of his light supper at Chez Silver Spoon, quaffed a HALF carafe of Chateau Mouton Rothschild (well, we're all in this together you know) and asked his fag to call 'those plebs with the moustaches' to get a number for Gran's Finest Filth and pass on his own deep shock at this 'jolly monstrous' turn of events.
So, there you have it. Hazzer to the rescue. All in a day's work for the Monarchy. Makes you proud to be from Great Britainshire (wipes tear from eye, salutes and sings national anthem).
Before I announce today's track, I also heard the disturbing tale of Marcin Kasprzak, who bound and gagged his fiance, before burying her alive in a cardboard box. Fortunately, the girl escaped and this useless piece of shit will do time for attempted murder. Given the fact that this has at least a semblance of a happy ending, I did manage a wry smile when it was reported that Kasprzak had only wanted to 'give her a fright'. Say fuckin' what?!? Whatever happened to jumping out from behind the toilet door and going 'boo'? A lot less arduous on the victim and unless the law has taken some dramatic turn of which I am unaware, not punishable with jail time. Tosser.

Let sanity prevail...music. My first ever gig, was at Greens Playhouse, City of Glesga', to see the late and so very great Rory Gallagher. I was 14 and sad to say, I remember very little about it, but the fleeting flashbacks assure me that I would have been blown asunder by the great man, close to or at the peak of his powers. I've always loved 'Live in Europe'. Still got it on vinyl and the track I've chosen, shows the versatility of the man, kickin the bejesus out of a mandolin rather than his trademark '61 Strat. If this doesn't have you leaping about like Michael Flatley on acid, you're dead already pardner.
Enjoy, with my compliments...