Back in the early seventies at Mike Henry's club in Oxford (when it was still at the Gardener's Arms) we had one of those nights when every song seemed to be about death - often multiple, always gory. Not in any way wanting to be left out I sang Bonny George Campbell. At the break I went for a Guiness and had the following conversation with a large Scotsman at the bar, whom we had never seen before: LSATB - I'll get that for you. You cheered me up. Yours was the only cheerful song all night. SM - Thanks, but I think you are mixing me up with someone else. I sang Bonny George Campbell. LSATB - I know. And my name is McDonald.
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