The title of this blog comes from a Gaelic expression -"putting on the poor mouth"-which means to exaggerate the direness of one's situation in order to gain time or favour from creditors.
Born Bonaparte O'Coonassa in Corkadoragha where the the torrential rains are more torrential, the squalor more squalid, the hopelessness more utterly hopeless than they are anywhere else. Actually I'm from Romford which is probably worse...
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Cool song, Jams! I listened to it while I ate my breakfast. :D
Glad you like it LB. It was a very minor hit in 1980
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