‘Ow’s ‘E Fadder?'. ALRIGHT!

There I am just strolling to work and out of nowhere, in my head, I get an epic medley of Ronnie Ronalde doing 'If I Were A Blackbird' (with his astounding quasi-operatic voice and range of bird calls and trills - they don't make entertainment like THAT anymore, folks) and the Wurzel's stumbling into 'Where be that blackbird to, I know where 'ee be?'.

Perhaps I need more sleep or maybe this is a synaptic manifestation of 'the Friday feeling'. In which case I prescribe late 1940's whistle-core and novelty farm-rock all round.