Freddie's Ring of Fire causes first-degree burns

More years ago than it is prudent to mention I had a student flat on the ground floor of a terraced house in Manchester's Withington and next door lived a beautiful smouldering-eyed girl called Gina who liked her music. The walls between our two houses were thinner than the Times cricket correspondent after his recent E coli poisoning and that meant, in the absence of anything else, this was one passion I could share with her. More from my dear, dear friend Mike Selvey. (Yep, the man who thought for a week, at least, that he was more important than Dubya!)