The prostitutes in Naples flash by like lamposts. They stand, skirts hitched, by their bonfires of tyres and road rubbish and from the series of transistors come the sweet notes of the Bee Gees — “To Love Somebody.”

I haven’t recovered from this vision. 1 Cold fucking to Robin and Barry a$4; Maurice. Romantic eh? Whatever, my keen rock mind is melting; the only way I can cope is by cribbing an 'idea from , Charlie Gillett. Here is this month’s big eight.