Saturday, 8 August 2015
The Meal Ticket.
Way back in the halcyon days of the mid-nineties, this was my first ever choice for the song I wanted playing at my funeral.
Although it’s sung by Karen Matheson in Scots Gaelic, it’s actually about a man being driven to distraction by his obsession with a special woman. I’ve been through many changes of mind since then, but I encountered the old album the other day and found myself coming round full circle. It’s just that if the person waiting to welcome me to the other side is the one I think most likely, she might appreciate the sentiment and buy me dinner.