Mike was in full political flow, charting the decline of western civilisation and portending a none too happy future when Ian Dury's Fucking Aida came on. It's very hard to take anything seriously when one of England's greatest poets and his Blockheads are shouting "Fucking Aida" repeatedly over a drunken music hall stomp. Sometimes laughter is the only sense there is.
I had this wonderful image of the country sinking into the sea, the last bowler hatted English gentleman standing stiffly to attention, briefcase, umbrella and rolled up copy of the times gradually disappearing from view (Cap'n Jack Sparrow style) whilst Fucking Aida plays in the background.
Tunes: Ian Dury And The Blockheads: Sex And Drugs And Rock And Roll
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