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a favourite

When this comes on the radio, a middle aged woman in a grey city downs tools/ lifts hands from the keyboard and sings along like the teenager she once was. Swaying might also happen.

When she’s seen him perform this live, her eyes have welled up. Not as much as she welled up a few weeks ago when she wasn’t well enough to use her long held ticket to see him locally. (Spurs Fan kindly downplayed how fabulous the show was.)

harmony- it’s not for everyone

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If you ever wondered why I like all those singalonga harmonies despite not having a note in my head, it’s probably because the soundtrack of my life includes generations of aunts, uncles, and cousins singing this one, at assorted gatherings, from round the kitchen table, to weddings. You’re family too; join in.