So I’ve got some tennis elbow. Or maybe it’s golfer’s elbow, I don’t know the difference (and it’s actually caused by cricket). Anyway, no big deal, just don’t use your elbow for a while, I thought. Easy. No sports. No lifting. Except it turns out that the muscles and tendons around the elbow get used all the time, even when you don’t realise it. Every time I squeeze my thumb and index finger together to do something, or try to open a jar, it’s very painful. Even turning on my electric toothbrush hurts.
But I’m not going to complain too much because I’m still reading Gulag. Just got to the bit where she’s describing the people who have gone literally insane with hunger.
All that is just an irrelevant preamble to introducing this track by Godley and Creme, called My Body the Car. It’s an unjustly neglected masterpiece, and deserves a rediscovery.