Charley had sent me to a lovely poem with the title we discussed above, THE LONG ROAD HOME. A great poem and of course, I couldn't help but think about putting it to music (a passing thought - but someone's beaten me to it) but I was shocked to see this line:

"In the reek of good old Mersey fog a-rolling rich and brown"

Where the poet is looking forward to the day her ship rolls into the home port, in the Mersey fog.

I just about sh*t when I read this because yesterday I was working with this line for my own song:

"'Til she's anchored in the Mersey fog and her work is done"

I think I'm haunted!