“I now have the definitive list of the stars who will appear in the latest Band Aid recording,” burbled the BBC reporter from outside Air Studios. “And I can tell you it is literally a who’s who of pop music.”
He then read out the list, but apart from Paul McCartney, Bono and Robbie Williams, plus a few vaguely familiar names, I hadn’t a clue who he was talking about. What an old git I’ve become.
But not so old that I don’t recall where I was for the original Live Aid concert in July 1985 — me and Mrs Parrot were in the middle of the Irish Sea on the first day of a sailing holiday to Ireland and Scotland.
It was on that holiday I heard this gospel true Irishism. Me and the skipper went to get some marine diesel in Strangford, just setting off down the road with an empty barrel between us.
We thought we’d better make sure we were headed in the right direction and asked two boys which petrol stations sold marine. They said there were two and both were on the road we were taking.
We thanked them and set again, but had only got about ten yards when one of the lads called after us, “the first one yer come to’s the nearest.” Couldn’t fault his logic.