Alan Parker, the film director had a theory. As soon as you see a film with a London red bus in the opening credits - you know its going to be a bummer.

Theres a certain tradition of total English crap, which I must say I have a quiet affection for. Just imagine - we could have Cliff on the bus singing all those songs he does when its pissing down at Wimbeldon.

Personaly speaking I think (on reflection) theres only one kind of music would fit ino a scenario like that - namely a medley of Eurovision Song Contest favourites - Pearl Carr and Teddy Johnson doing Sing Little Birdie, the consummate brilliance of Sandy Shaw's Puppet on a String, The Brotherhood of man singing Save Your Kisses for Me (and doing the little dance!) and the bit where that other group rip the girls' skirts off.

That in so many ways would cut to the chase and say - THIS WAS OUR FINEST HOUR!