A Song That Reminds Me Of An Event.
The year is 1977. And it's the August Bank Holiday weekend. Me and my girlfriend, Gail, have decided to go away for the weekend to spend our first night together. Not only is it our first night together but another first, to use a phrase which shouldn't frighten the women or horses, a night in which I arrived as a boy and left as a man. It is the only time in my life I have visited Herne Bay. I managed to find a hotel to stay in although it was actually a pub that had rooms to let and it wasn't the world's highest quality resting place, but it's a special place to me.
I married that there Gail in 1979, but for a number of reasons we ended up apart some 3 years later in 1982.
The year is now 1990 and I drive for a living, some 2000 miles a week, so go through vast numbers of cd's borrowed from the librry as I travel around the country. I listened to all sorts of stuff including artists I woud never has chosen if I hadn't had so much listening time on my hands. Amongst the thousands of tracks I ploughed through was this one, by someone I would never expected to listen to, singing about a hotel with the same name as that in Herne Bay and with a sentiment I could relate to.
Todays offering is -
The Railway Hotel by Mike Batt