Still thinking about Alan Bennett’s feet and early religious culture:
In the wonderful song Jerusalem, rather like those questions they ask you at the airport check-in desk, you think all the answers are going to be “No”, but you have to keep on your toes (sic, see below) just in case.
Great that it’s tipped for our new national anthem, to replace the meretricious God save the Queen (although the version here is fine)—but we have to take care not to “leave it unattended at any time” in case it gets hijacked by “Paul Nuttall and the UKIPs”.
Mind you (and talking of keeping on your toes), if I had an anthem like this (Wow! Italian opera at its most intoxicating! 1831-ish, see here)
even I would score a goal like this:
I was in Washington DC with the amazing Hua family shawm band in 2002 [more on that story later…] when Brazil won the World Cup. We all crowded into the hotel bar early in the morning to cheer them on, suitably lubricated with A Pint of Plain—It’s Your Only Man.
And then there’s our fantasy football team/Daoist ritual band—
[Been at the Bombay Sapphire again, Dr Jones?—Ed.]