This could be my year! (Just like 1970)

Me: Bony! Is this the way it’s going to be? You are going to be sat in the armchair in front of the TV for a whole month??!

Bony: Absolutely! By the way, I am not happy with you.
You haven’t featured me for ages in your blips, favouring squirrels and winged monsters;
You never take me anywhere;
You leave me at home when you go off to Stratford upon Avon and I don’t get so much as a postcard.
You are always abandoning me to go up to Scotland for weeks. No postcard from there either!
I’m here every day working my fingers to the bone making your dinner………

Me: Hang on! All you do is stand up there on the hall landing outside the bathroom to scare the shit out of welcome visitors and point the way to the loo!

Bony: HUMPH! Well it’s the thought that counts you know Rozzie!

Me: I know all about your thoughts! I remember when I interviewed you last year! Anyway, don’t call me Rozzie! I hate that!

Bony: Oh I know you do! I might use it from time to time…

Me: Just try it! You’ll be living in the garden with suet cakes hanging from your shoulders, a bowl of mealworms balanced on your head and I won’t tell you where I’ll stick the bird nuts if you don’t behave! I assure you, those squirrels will find them all! You’ll be singing soprano at the end of a week! As for your eyes, I expect pigeons Lucky and Eric would find them a tasty snack. They’ll eat anything!

Bony: *sighing* OK. I’ll behave. I certainly don’t want to miss any of the football matches.

Me: Glad to hear it! By the way, where did you get that awful replica world cup from?

Bony: It’s not a replica! I stole the original at one of the many cup finals I attended! People have been so drunk celebrating, they never noticed me doing a swap! I have been around over the years, you know?

Me: Hmmmmm… Yes, I did hear that you were just like shit and had gotten everywhere….But have you really been to every cup final?

Bony: Oh yes! I have seen every single one since 1930 when Uraguay beat Argentina 4-2 and then there was…


Me: STOP! I don’t want to hear about every one! What was the worst one?

Bony: 1966, of course! The bloody cheating English won! Terrible year!

Me: Oh that’s debatable! I’m sure something good must have happened in 1966. The music was great then you know?

Bony: Yes, I suppose one good thing about 1966 was the music. Shame about the football…

Me: And the best?

Bony: That’s easy! It’s going to be the same result this year! That is my top tip and you are personally going to love this one!

Me: EEEEK! I’m so excited! Tell me!

Bony: I think I’ll make you wait….

Me: *screeching* You do that and I will rip your head off and kick it over the fence for next door to play football with!

Bony: Hahahahahaha! OK! The finest cup final was your birth year, 1970!

Me: Oh that was a great year! Jimi Hendrix died unfortunately and I was born!

Bony: Yes indeed. Nice chap Jimi. He was OK with the guitar. Shame you weren’t a reincarnation as you clearly can’t play and you are a bit pale and gingery…..

Me: OK, OK. Get on with it.

Bony: 1970 was the year that Brazil beat Italy 4-1 in Mexico and it’s going to be the same result this year! So think on, when you see that replica cup being presented, I have the real one right here Rozzie! Heeheeheehee!


Track? OK. This is a perfect one! Carlos Santana (born in Mexico) has been an active musician since 1966. So, it has to be this one which became a hit in 1970 (good year!) but was written two years earlier by my hero Peter Green. Many may say I am an old witch so here is Black Magic Woman