Baker

There was a song played on Radio 2 the other morning that troubled me a bit, or at least a couple of lines of it.

The song in question was "I Drove All Night" and it was the Roy Orbison version. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm a big fan of Roy (hell, I've even waited around 3 months to receive one of his cds. Any sign yet, Tony?). However, lyrically, the song didn't really fit the performer.

Let's recap;

The offending lyrics are;

"I drove all night to get to you. Is that alright? I drove all night. Crept in your room. Woke you from your sleep. To make love to you"

Now the Cindy Lauper version works well, it makes sense, but applied to Roy, it doesn't.

1.) Ignoring the fact that he probably wasn't allowed to drive because of his limited sight, he does so in the dark. Did he have someone driving him, if so, who?

2.) Perhaps the part that troubled me most. So after driving all that way, bearing in mind he's probably tired, perhaps disorientated, he then breaks into this poor girl's bedroom, and creeps about like a common thief.

Now, at this point I started to wonder, did he turn on the lights? Did he clatter about in the room, knocking things over? Why didn't the girl wake up? Was she sedated? If so, is it because she has a stalker?

3.) The most insidious part. After pretending to be Raffles the gentleman thief, he wakes up the
girl so he can get his wicked way....and then has the cheek to ask "Is that alright?"!!!!!! I'd be screaming blue murder! Or not be too impressed.

Couldn't he have just bought a magazine or something?!

Winter

I'm reading Michael Palin's diaries at the moment. Actually, let me rephrase that so that it doesn't seem like I've broken into his house.

I purchased Michael Palin's "Diaries 1969-1979: The Python Years" a few weeks ago, and have been reading this excellent tome avidly. Not only do you get the impression that he is a thoroughly good bloke, or indeed an insight into the creation of the series and films, but in a quiet way, it's also a social commentary of those years in Britain.

Governments come and go, strikes cripple the country, and the IRA starts its bombing campaign, and people go on pub crawls and then jump in their car. Heady days indeed. However as fine a book as it is, I think there's a slight sinister side to it.

You see, over the course of the book you see a description of the creation and then filming of his Ripping Yarns series. Sounds ok so far. However, following on from this, I felt compelled to buy the series on DVD. This also happened with Terry Gilliam's "Jabberwocky". Subliminal advertising? Maybe.

Now enough of this, I feel the need to watch Life of Brian...