Happy, Happy 2023....

…whoever you are, wherever you may be! And following the last couple of subdued years, what a welcome was in store for the New Lady, what with fireworks, pealing bells, claps, shouts, and song, song, song. Chief among MCs was Jools, surely the sparkling diamond in the crown of British music promoters, and laurels to him on his good sense in requisitioning the surviving members of that sterling band, The Real Thing, to grace his annual hootenanny. And when the fireworks had died down, they sang that song. Alas, a throat ailment prevented me bursting into full swell of the glorious chorus but what a treat to hear, pitching us oldies back to the summer of ’76, when the sun seared the skies, and the rains failed, and the water dried in the taps, and ground baked beneath our feet. But when the sun set and the stars rose in the sky, we had that song to dance to, and I feel privileged to have been a youth at the time it twinkled in its zenith. So, to Chris and Dave, and their dear departed friends and songsters, thanks a million million for bringing such wonder and fun and downright reality to our lives. And to all readers, I say again, happy, happy 2023.