It must be the mournful guitar. All those dead men during the First World War and to go the the other extreme it's just plain sad, crying out loud sad, Romeo and Juliet nonsense.
"Here's some money" my Mum said to my brother one Saturday morning
"take Mark and go to the Odeon in Anglia Square, there's a nice film on about Bunny Rabbits".
Perhaps it was my Dad's birthday and he was in for his yearly treat and we had to be 'offski'.
I was only about 8 and it scared the shit out of me, and I cried my heart out
when that rabbit got pinched by the eagle and old Art Garfunkel pitched in with the old tear jerker,
much to the amusement of my brother.
So here we go then for old times sakes....
