At one point during last Thursday's stint of the club night <a href="http://www.howdoesitfeel.co.uk/">"How Does It Feel To Be Loved"</a>, the Lloyd Cole hit "Rattlesnakes" was played. It filled the floor, in fact.
I stood at the bar and listened to its infamous chorus, smirking at the sheer nerve of the lyrics:
<i>she looks like eve marie saint in on the waterfront /
she reads simone de beauvoir in her american circumstance</i>
It then occurred to me that, while Mr Cole restricted such a reference to that one song, I'm in a <i>band</i> whose very name is taken from a De Beauvoir novel, amongst other sources.
I shall think twice before smirking at Mr Cole's estimable oeuvre ever again.
