John Foxen,

To re-visit this thread. I did actually set your song to "Humours Of California, and changed a couple of words. The lyrics I'm using now are:

I am a woman journalist I walk the Moscow beat
I'm a multimedia mistress I can snap, and blog and tweet
But of all my splendid stories there's just one that is well known.
It's of a twat who stuck himself inside a twat of stone.

I penned a searing expose that really ripped apart
The nekulturny vandals destroying Moscow's heart.
It should have made my name but did it? No, I must be blunt.
I'm famous for a statuary rapist of a concrete cunt.

I dreamed I'd be a Leslie, a Colvin or Adie
And prove that journalism is a job for a lady
My stories would repeat and tweet from Timbuktu to China
But all they ever mention is that bloody stone vagina.

Come all you female journalists and listen unto me
Here's what to do if ever you a funny tale should see:
Delete it don't repeat it and the chances then are slim
That you will share my awful fate - reporter of the quim.

I've not exposed her to it yet, but it's become topical again for her, as she's being going for interviews for new jobs, and this story keeps being brought up again, so I'll "treat" her to it next time I see her.