I’m going on a long car journey today. I shall take Folkjokeopus with me and sing along to McGoohan’s Blues at the top of my voice as I hurtle down the motorway.
Somehow it will seem appropriate. It will take me back to all those times I hurtled down that same road heading for a Harper gig. It will also resonate with the symbolic fact of being on a sophisticated highway – a symbol of our great society and its aims – speed, progress and cash.