Apologies for my absence, but this retirement malarkey doesn't leave one any free time. Amongst other things I have been to Largs and the Isle of Cumbrae, both of which sound like they are taken from a Dungeons and Dragons campaign, but are in fact real; the former is even on the rail network. The latter enhances its fantasy credentials by being home to this:
Apparently alcohol was involved at some point in creating this, but it was over a century ago so no record remains of whether deep fried food also featured. For those who worry that Scottish stereotypes are not what they once were I can offer the reassurance that whilst in Glasgow I saw someone walking along the road swigging from a bottle of Bucky. I visited Nardini's whilst in Largs; lovely art deco building, terrible service.
Anyway, here's Sir Reg (*) with a totally non-fantasy version of a song that either has no relation to the above or indicates that Bernie Taupin holidayed in Millport as a child.
* Or, to be more precise, someone playing the part of Sir Reg.
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