I bought some Sprats for my Dad - he's not had them since the forties.

I lied to a small child.

She had written a song. The rhythm accompaniment was a mess -she sang it out of tune - but the words were good, rhymed and the meter was excellent.

I told her it was great.

And I remembered McColl saying that he tried to write a song a week. I told the young lady and she chewed the idea over.

Next weeks song will be better I know.