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  1. Given that she features on the BBC News website at least once a week, I’d say she is lucky to have such a good publicist! At least she’s not doing a Brian May – being increasingly strange in order to get attention.

    • It does to me too. Is seems very short sighted in this day and age to not have a backup of the work which is essentially your livelihood. As soon as I had a song on the page I’d be taking a picture of it. Also, does she really not have versions that she just sang into her phone?

  8. I think we should start a national fundraiser to by the lady a photocopier. Or perhaps a new-fangled mobile phone that would allow her to photograph the pages of the books.

  11. Chatgpt to the rescue.

    Verse 1
    Cruisin’ down the boulevard, windows down, feelin’ free,
    Tunes playin’ loud, it was just you and me.
    Then a shadow crossed my heart, my world went dark,
    My ride’s gone, and I lost all the music in the spark.

    Pre-Chorus
    Memories in the rearview, now they’re out of sight,
    A thief took my melody, my late-night drive.
    But the love we had, they can’t take that away,
    I’ll find a way to sing through the pain today.

    Chorus
    Got a cake with a message, “Sorry your car got stolen,”
    Sweet like the memories, but my heart’s still rollin’.
    Blow out the candles, make a wish for the road,
    Even when I’m broken, I’ll carry the load.

    Verse 2
    Searching for the echoes in the empty seats,
    Every song I sang now feels incomplete.
    But I’ll keep on movin’, got my dreams in the air,
    With a little slice of hope, I’ll find a way to care.

    Pre-Chorus
    Friends gather ‘round me, laughter fills the room,
    We’ll make new memories, chase away the gloom.
    Life’s got its ups and downs, but I’m not alone,
    I’ll build my own rhythm, even if I’m on my own.

    Chorus
    Got a cake with a message, “Sorry your car got stolen,”
    Sweet like the memories, but my heart’s still rollin’.
    Blow out the candles, make a wish for the road,
    Even when I’m broken, I’ll carry the load.

    Bridge
    So here’s to the journey, every twist and turn,
    With every lost song, there’s a lesson to learn.
    I’ll find my new groove, no matter the cost,
    In the rhythm of life, I’ll never feel lost.

    Chorus
    Got a cake with a message, “Sorry your car got stolen,”
    Sweet like the memories, but my heart’s still rollin’.
    Blow out the candles, make a wish for the road,
    Even when I’m broken, I’ll carry the load.

    Outro
    So raise a glass to the moments that stay,
    No car, no problem, I’ll find my way.
    With love in my heart and a song in my soul,
    I’ll keep on driving, that’s how I roll.

  12. Tomorrow: Raye, real name Rachel Keen, does an unusually large poo, and it’s unflushable. So she wraps it in brown paper and hands it in to the Brit School as a protest about the badgers and last week’s Strictly dance-off. Brian May is still nursing his damaged bottom and hence not able to comment.

    • They missed out “the Love & Pride Hit Maker” – I didn’t recognise him without his spray-painted Doc Martens.

      There’s a bit of Chaz & Dave about Tooting-born Rachel Keen. “Singer Raye gave them a seasonal serenade of “Holy Night”” and I imagine it went a bit like this:

      O Holy night! The stars are brightly shining (cor blimey!)
      It is the night of our dear Savior’s birth (wallop!)
      Long lay the world in sin and error pining (on the sideboard!)
      ‘Til He appeared and the soul felt its worth (gertcha!)
      etc.

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