If you know anything at all about me, tonight's song will seem like an odd choice. In fact it may even seem like an odd choice if you don't know me at all. It's not that great a song, to be honest. But let me explain.
I watched half an hour or so of cricket with my Dad this afternoon. Watching cricket, as I've mentioned a few times now, isn't exactly my favourite thing to do. If I was, for some reason, making an ordered list of all of my favourite things (to sing to a group of frightened children in the style of Julie Andrews, perhaps, which is the only reason I can think I might possibly make such a list, and even that scenario seems unlikely), watching cricket probably wouldn't rate a mention. Not even if the list was really, really long and included things like DIY of any description, or sorting out my tax, or having my teeth cleaned by those dental nurses with the horrible pointy tools.
Even so, watching cricket with my Dad isn't something I get to do very often, and that's why there was absolutely nowhere else in the world I would rather have been this afternoon than sitting with him on a couch in Dulwich, with Australia v England on the telly.
And then while I was on the bus on the way home, my ipod shuffled to this, and it just seemed neatly appropriate. I still don't get cricket, but I get that other people get it.
If you're one of them, enjoy.
If you're not a sports fan, normal service, in the form of a more-appropriate-for-a-Sunday-evening musical choice, will resume next week. (Truth be told, normal service will resume next week whether you're a sports fan or not.) Also, if you are a sports fan, and particularly if you're a Bradman fan, you might be interested in the question being raised here.
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