No, I don't think I'm related to Reginald Dixon. My ancestors have been in America for several generations. But I'm proud of any of my clan, however distant and unknown, who makes a name for himself (and me) for anything as innocuous as playing a silly song ad nauseam.

Macca, I think it's time you got over your bad memories of the seaside. I understand there's a clothing-optional beach at Brighton, the perfect antidote. Worst-case scenario: Your old bad memories will be replaced by new bad ones. If Brighton isn't your cuppa, France is only a short ferry-ride away. Forget the Brighton rock and jellied eels. I recommend the moules marinière at Dieppe.