Picture yourself on a boat on a river.......Well if you have to.
Yes its fifty years since Sargent Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band hit the shops.
Named by all and sundry as a milestone in recording history.
It certainly made the worst artist in the world, Peter Blake's name.
This week Liverpool celebrates its creation. Completely forgetting that the Beatles left Liverpool very early on and Ringo was not even here and hated the place.
But their lonely hearts mindled their way through mammories of what they had left behind....... and couldn't wait to get away from.
Do you blame them it was bad after the war desolation everywhere and then there was Cilla Black, its enough to make anyone want to get out.
Penny Lane was in their hearts of course.
The song was originally supposed to be on the album as was Strawberry Fields but both were released months before as Brian Epstein and the Beagles record company wanted to keep those Beat boys in the public eye.
The last track on the album 'A Day In The Life' is a mix of two tunes written much earlier than the rest.
Everyday realism combined of ordinary life, dead pan comedy intertwined with phsycadelia,
Well there you go, that's what Howard Goodwall describes it as, on his BBC programme about the Fab Four's album.
A Day In The Life.
It was a mix of two songs written after a newspaper article that the chirpy chappies had read.
One part was about the young Guinness Heiress who was killed in a car crash.
The other, also a article on the same page about 4,000 potholes in Blackburn Lancashire.
So whats changed in 50 years under those blue suburban skies.
Well five decades later there are about 4,000 potholes down my road. And I bet its the same where you live. While The Mayor is giving money to his property developer mates there is no money for the chasms opening up in a street near you.
Now that's surreal guess which one will be the deepest. Its a magical mystery tour trying to avoid them. I ended up in Southport last week.
Someone from the Potherb Programme walks down the road with a spray can and marks them.....then they eventually patch them and another hole opens up next to the same one.
I watched as Liverpool's Pothole programme, run by potherbs made its way down the road shoving in bits of tarmacadam to the hundreds of trench like traps that are ruining my suspension and straining my axle only to find two weeks later the same holes opening up again.
Now that's what you call Mr Kite.