Old blog serials don't die, they just get put on hold until inspiration takes us back.
And so we return to our musical journey around the British Isles, stopping today at the unfortunately named Lincolnshire port of Grimsby.
Lincolnshire lad Bernie Taupin penned the lyrics to Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting based on his experience of watching neighbouring gangs scrapping there at the weekend.
A year or so later, he wrote a rather more complimentary ode to the town...
Take me back, you rustic town
I miss your magic charm
Just to smell your candy floss
Or drink in the Skinner's Arms
No Cordon Bleu can match the beauty
Of your pies and peas
I want to ride your fairground
Take air along the quay
Oh oh Grimsby, a thousand delights
Couldn´t match the sweet sights
Of my Grimsby
Oh England you're fair
But there's none to compare with my Grimsby
