Another request this time, and one I can’t refuse. Not only do I love the Sultans of Ping, but the request came from my big brother Ron, whose old copy of Casual Sex in the Ciniplex is pretty much the reason I was one of a handful of 14 years olds who knew all the words to Where’s Me Jumper?
Every time an election comes around and people start talking about the party manifesto my mind stops paying attention, ignoring what anyone says, as everything is replaced by “I like a manifesto, put it to the test-o”, and I’m gone for several minutes. I never know what is going on at elections, but I do enjoy myself.
Here you go then Ron, thanks for getting me into the Sultans and loads of other stuff, but I’m still delighted I dodged the Genesis bullet.