Still life with strawberries and coffee whilst listening to the Cowboy Junkies version of Sweet Jane. I once had a girlfriend called Jane and was constantly ribbed by my pals about her. They used the song to annoy me, "Sweet Jane, yeah yeah!" In pubs, on the top deck of buses, walking down the street, they'd burst into tuneless singing and point. That's how it was. When she finally chucked me (quite correctly but in awkward circumstances), the Sweet Jane torment continued. I was in therapy for years - no it didn't and no I wasn't. Life still goes on.
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