The phone offered me six. The one called Oi Polloi is now on a playlist (on that song the lad’s natural voice is a little like Robert Wyatt, can’t be bad).

The shouty ones, no. They needed an antidote. You being a Dire Straits fan (it’s how my head works), I went for Water Of Love — not by DS but by The Judds, on which I imagine Mark K thinking “Yes, now it’s right”. Have a listen if you can.

Shortbread?