There comes a time when someones history is irrelevant.

Oh Jem you told her. Sorry but I am sniggering to myself, as I picture this in my mind.
Spitty my boy has a new Fender Stratercaster an American one. Do you want a pic?
Spitty how is your eye?

A pick would be more useful, the eye is ok looking outward, but worse looking inward.

I've Lost You

Lying by your side, I watch you sleeping
And in your face the sweetness of a child
Murmuring the dreams you won't recapture
Though it will haunt the corners of your mind
Who can tell when summer turns to autumn
And who can point the moment love grows cold?
Softly happening the joy is over
Though why it's gone neither of us knows
Oh, I've lost you, yes, I've lost you
I can't reach you anymore
We ought to talk it over now
But reason can't stand in for feeling
Six o'clock the baby will be crying
And you will stumble, sleepy, to the door
In the chill and sun grey of the morning
We play the parts that we have learned too well

Songwriters: Alan Blaikley / Ken Howard