Find a quiet country pub, order a pint of cider (perhaps Kopparburg in memory of Billy Momo’s Swedish homeland?) & sit in the beer garden. “There’s a pub around the corner, it’s the place we ‘ave our fun’‘……..As the sun goes down, put on a pair of headphones. Listen to Drunktalk. Repeat until nicely tipsy, the haze of the day dropping into you like a ripe apple from a tree. BBC 6 Music were won over – presumably after sending Tom Robinson on a sunshine jolly – as were Q. And you might just be joining them in a hearty wassail after hearing this…
They’re right to suggest that Wishing Ain’t No Sin, with those who’d crossed fingers in hope of the ideal musical accompaniment to a relaxed pint now no doubt feeling that their’s has been granted. Keep Dreaming indeed. And that’s how a listen to this feels. A good, long, hazy summer daydream. Hours could pass as you sit in the country beer garden of your own mind & you wouldn’t notice, let alone care. Drifting Away? Most certainly.
And how nice it is. Its Mine could even pass for a drinking song, & the lack of a Somerset accent matters not.
”Drink up thy zider, drink up thy zider,
For tonight we’ll merry be,
We’ll knock the milkchurns over, and roll ’em in the clover,
The corn’s half cut, and so be we! ”
Not quite in the Adge Cutler/Wurzels school, granted. But drink up thy zyder nonetheless. Surely summer was made for those who ‘‘drinks it all of the day”. Oo arr oo arr. Makes for quite a pleasant stay in La La Land, doesn’t it? Especially with that special man or lady if you’re lucky to have someone to ‘‘takes a stroll down Lovers Lane ” with. You’re forgiven if you opt not to sink ” a pint o’ Scrumpy” before walking home & possibly taking things further by playing a round of ”old nature’s game ” should you choose not to simply sit & marvel at one of those nights you only ever seem to get when the sun’s chosen the perfect day to put his hat on & come out to play, though.
You can imagine a crowd of swaying drunks slurring its way through Oh Lord as you sit nursing your pint of choice, too. You just might find yourself on your feet joining them, too. That is, if you’ve managed to shake yourself out of a stupor? Alternatively, stay rooted to your seat & keep Billy Momo to yourself. As they themselves say Lets Make The Night Last Long. And who are you to argue? It’s The Weekend after all. So enjoy it, & raise a glass in happy Drunktalk!
”Huzza, Huzza, in our good town
The bread shall be white, and the liquor be brown
So here my old fellow I drink to thee
And the very health of each other tree.
Well may ye blow, well may ye bear
Blossom and fruit both apple and pear.
So that every bough and every twig
May bend with a burden both fair and big
May ye bear us and yield us fruit such a stors
That the bags and chambers and house run o’er. ”
Who couldn’t drink to that, eh?
by Christopher Morley, a citizen of the universe, and a gentleman to boot.
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