Last night I had an idea for a novel, or maybe a film. Or possibly even an opera. The details were sketchy, but I know it involved some men in turbans and some other men in bowler hats who go to a troubled Arab nation to meet a soul singer. All I'm sure of beyond that is the title:
Sikhs and Droogs, Iraq and Rawls.
I think this is what industry people call high-concept.
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Ha!
There is an Ian Dury film in the pipeline (Peter Blake was wheeled out again on Hootenanny to tell us so).
So you'd better get in there quick.
I was worried I may have been Iraq Rawled there.
That'll be the Orangemen off to salute their favourite soul man in Mesopotamia.
It's like the hajj, but with bowler hats and funk.
All I can think of is 'Sikhs in the City' and something along the lines of Gladys (Arabian) Knight(s)...
I'll get my coat.
Been done, hasn't it? Handel's Rinaldo, with hauberks instead of bowler hats?
Geoff: As long as Robbie Williams doesn't get the part...
B'dm... tish, Murph.
I'll tell you a slightly funny story about my grandma and some Orangemen one day, Garfer.
Not Osamand Dave, Steerforth?
Very true, Christopher. Although Handel foolishly neglected to include Lou Rawls. (The brief appearance of Lionel Richie in Act Two doesn't really count.)
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