Seed: I said I was born in London. My mate is my friend, me old mucker, me pal (ie male). I'm beginning to sound like Dick Van Dyke in Mary Poppins.

It's funny how these things go I was always a bit ashamed of the 'way wot I spoke'. But I have just finished a song that was in leiu of a Valentine's Day card to my long-suffering wife and it's called My Trouble and Strife. Which, if you don't know, is cockney rhyming slang for 'my wife'. Or as Dick Van Dyke would say 'me old trouble and strife'.

Where was that fountain then in the Graduate?