Well after having the grandsons for the weekend and seeing Man U cruise to a brilliant Cup win yesterday, it’s been a bit of a quiet Sunday night. I’ve done a bit of essential work for tomorrow’s meetings and have made serious in-roads into the new John Grisham book, the Appeal.
Before following C off to bed I thought I’d do a quick posting about the grandkids (see previous) then as I was about to close down Windows up pops a classic track from Sir Cliff Richard. It reminded me that after hosting the former PM and his wife’s holidays at his Barbadian home for the last few years, it was reported recently that Sir Cliff has been successful in extending the period for which he can earn exclusive royalties from his music. How he managed to change the law I’ll never know. I hope the Peter Pan of the UK pop scene is delighted by this news. If ever a self-absorbed man needed more publicity and money, it’s Sir Cliff. So his track tonight hit a chord with me. It’s the classic Wired for Sound and it reminded me that he may well be wealthy beyond our dreams but this guy apparently remains so proud of delivering this incredible piece of video artistry:
It gives me so much pleasure to close the weekend knowing that the star of this video is so warmly regarded in Gov’t circles. It’s so deserved and I think I can now appreciate the Gov’t’s decision to shore up Newcastle-based Northern Rock bank’s loan extravagances to the tune of £50B and six months later to then nationalise them. At least no-one can accuse Gordon Brown of not supporting homo-loaners…