Flamingo

We've all got our favourite subject matter (heck, there's even one man I know who's an ardent admirer of concrete of all things. Takes all sorts...me, I like the back of billboards on dual carriageways. So good that I do them thrice.

Music. There's a track on my current favourite album that starts off very reminiscent of summat else and, even tho' I know full well that this isn't going to happen, every time I listen I'm just waiting for that immortal opening line.

"Standing in the door of The Pink Flamingo"