Studio 60 is on the TV.
A song is playing, like this “Hey, I put my new shoes on and…”
I say to Paul “oooh its….”
Paul looks at me.
I try again “You know, the…”
My mind has gone blank and so has Paul’s face.
“You know, the gravy boy, eerrm…….” I trail off.
Paul loses interest and goes back to the show.
I worry at my brain, just like I worry a piece of Lamb caught in a molar, until the connection happens.
Gravy. Bovril. Comes in a jar. Brown stuff in a jar, Nuttella!
Paolo Nutini 🙂