Always thought that her ghastly, breathy, little-girl voice and her babytalk skrikings were aimed at a market of atonal paedophiles and wasted, man, Pink Floyd members but Kate has hidden depths, at least in her choice of musicians, watch for the squeezebox player, twenty seconds in.
HT some bloke at CIF.
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I hope he is in hiding or he will find himself kidnapped and forced to stand in for the Ruiner on meet-the-public photo opportunities.
Happy Beltane, mr ishmael.
So - who is the squeezebox player? All I could come up with was the ghost of Jake Thackeray. And then I thought, ner - not Jake.
Dunno, mr elby but his resembance to Maestro Snot is remarkable.
I saw that Jake Thackeray, in the 'seventies; Red Velvet Steeering Wheel Covered Driver, that was one of his songs; an early observer of Ruin, perhaps, although too studiedly lugubrious for my taste, still, I'd walk over a platoon of Pam Ayerses to hear Jake.
Dead now, I do believe, like the Labour movement.
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