Cyndi Lauper’s ‘Girls just wanna have fun’ is forever married in my memory to Gillian Welch and Dave Rawlings. Why? Well look, over there! It’s 2006 or something.
Fear not, dear reader. This lesson is not about what you think it’s about.
I’m not going to fling a bowl of warm, semi-regurgitated apple puree at you and weepily recount the profoundly goopy wisdom that dawned on me as little Starman managed to spoon slop into his mouth, as opposed to his ear, after trying and then trying yet again.