Now she's the one who gives us all those magical things
And tells us stories of other I Ching Then she throws down a whole new basket of rings
That, when you put 'em on your hand,
Make you one of the angel band
And give you the power to be a man
But what it does for her you never quite understand

Sweet Lorraine, aah, sweet Lorraine

I think I may have got that all out of my system now. Just think how easy it would have been to slap some vinyl on a deck and listen.

I mentioned Lorraine Hogan when an earlier chemical connection had started me off. The Lorraine that Philippa referred to back in 1997 had been asking about probably the most famous song from the Isle of Man, Ny Kirree fo 'Niaghtey, so I just wondered if the query had arisen from that Lorraine's visit to Mann.

Anyway, pleasant to be reminded of Country Joe & the Fish, and strange the way these things start filtering through when you're not really thinking directly of them. They'd need checking back because even I've noticed an odd infelicity in what I put.

Gura mie eu.

Bobby Bob