I woke up this morning with a tune in my head and words on my lips. Nothing unusual in that - it happens most days. There's no rhyme or reason to it, my brain just seems to work on random shuffle to select a particular song that will accompany me into the morning. Today's tune wasn't a chart topper or a golden oldie, it wasn't a track that's ever been published or played on the radio. It was instead a song that I've heard only a couple of times, written and performed by a friend of ours and last heard a few weeks ago from the stage of a south London pub.
I don't know what it's called, or if it even has a title, but I'm pretty sure that if it's already made its way its way into my mental juke box it must be quite special. If you're ever lucky enough to hear Dan German singing the lines ' I meant everything I said and did last night, I just wish you knew me better, now you do...' then I hope you'll agree.