Hi all, There are plenty of songs which will make me run for cover, but one of the worst is Ralph McTell's Streets of London. It's out for both counts: every verse is the same, same, same, and the sentiments are so trite. I can't see how people can get so excited when they decide to sing it, as if it is the best song ever written.

If you want to see me leave the room in a cloud of dust though, get a backyard poet to start reading his/her verses.

Now for true confessions - but don't send me a compilation on tape! - I don't know most of the songs you have mentioned so far. Maybe a few thousand(?) miles of Pacific Ocean has protected us Aussies from most of them, except Manilow of course.

Helen, in Oz P.S. Shula, I finally sent you that e-mail (pat myself on the back for finally fulfilling a chatroom promise :-) )