This was written by a brilliant song-writer, whose first name was Tim. He played a nylon strung guitar.

I'll try to remember his surname - 'Burton' seems to ring a bell, but as that was my Equity Tutor's name too, I might be conflating the two. I can see Tim in my mind's eye, at the Manchester Sports Guild Monday night Singers' Club.

I seem to remember he was in Importing, and one night he sang a superb "catalogue" of goods to the tune of 'Delaney's Donkey'.

The final line isn't 'damn mice', as I remember - it was "bloody mice".

Quite so, Jane ; O, Jane, if you say so.