Darlings, I shall never change a tyre. Not now, not ever. That's why you have breakdown cover. A nice hunky man in a fluorescent jacket comes and does it for you. Even if it is raining. Now for something altogether less manly…
Let's start with this album from Colin Clary. The CD is a bit small - size is actually important as we all know - and 10 tracks are squeezed on it somehow. Even though that fopp Morrissey gets name checked in "You Tell Me Now", my oh so sensitive ears picked up the merest hint of smut. Until that point I had been thinking that this particular purveyor of twee pop was reinventing himself into a 21st century Frankie Avalon too! As if to inject a bit of rebellion into the proceedings, there's a song called "Tick Tick" that contains a delightfully ineffectual attempt at the whole tape running backwards thing. One too many herbal cigarettes perhaps?
I'm told that some people think Colin Clary is actually the Jon Bon Jovi of twee pop. He might well make the kind of women who like to dress like an eccentric grandmother go all tingly but I don't think he could win even a beginner's arm wrestling contest. Or change a tyre either. You could probably trust him with your sister though.