Of course the good thing about being at work terribly late (from my point of view - not from Neil's point of view) is that I have ample time to wander about on spotify song-hunting.

We're after a "oh my, poor Ferdinand, his father's just drowned dead" song and a possible curtain call song. The lateness of the hour is quite possibly addling my brain as I'm sending Neil what seems like wonderful suggestion after wonderful suggestion.

I would not like having to pen his "letting me down gently" email in the morning.