Squeeze Play

Wake up, realize it’s 9 o’clock, which means I’ve slept 11 hours. Which instantly puts the phrase “Worked eleven hours, bought the girl some flowers” into my head. The dangerous after-effects of an intense fascination with Squeeze nigh onto 20 years ago. (And just last week Jools Holland was taking me on a musical tour of the Lebanon on my telly. No shite!)