Spirit of Play

So here's a wee bit of Scott Walker ("Help, I'm trapped in a big, heavily-made-up lady's eye") to help remind us how to spend the pluvial season. There was a Grauniad feature about this recently, songs about rain, that sort of thing, can't find the link to the finished article, sorry, just using my analog memory (no skool like the old skool).

Anyway, this song was on that list, as well as lots of other good ones, and it reminded me. I, of course, have been a devotee for years (no skool like . . .), she said loftily, ever since I got my sweaty hands on a (vinyl: no skool etc etc, ad nauseam) copy of Fire Escape in the Sky: The godlike genius of Scott Walker, compiled by one Julian Cope, no slouch himself.

One mustn't get mired in nostalgia, of course; and Mr Cope has now, apparently, had enough of "Pale White Intellectual" stuff and moved on into (unusual) pastures new. Discuss.

Still, this is a good one, isn't it? Isn't it?

Not happy about that missing apostrophe, though. Ouch. Did I mention the old school?