Private Eyes

I like to listen to music on YouTube while doing the dishes in the evening. Last night a song popped up on my playlist which I hadn't 'cued up' or expected - 'Private Eyes' (Disco Purrfection Mix) by Hall and Oates. I was glad to hear it. It's been a while. It's a smashing tune. Have a listen here.

I last heard this song in May 2018 in The Circus Tavern on Portland Street in Manchester. I remember walking in one evening and hearing it on the jukebox. Then I noticed a man standing at the bar. He looked a bit like the older Yeats but reminded me instantly of Alfred the Great (above). He had the same air of Kingship, you see - natural, inherent, unforced - the type that people are drawn to and follow. In palaces or in marshes. It makes no difference.

We didn't make eye contact. I saw him; he didn't see me. But I knew straightaway, without a shadow of a doubt, that he would one day rule this island, as King or Emperor or possibly both. It's only a matter of time before I see his face again, first in the media, I expect, and then once more in person.

He's gathering his forces right now, I believe, regardless of this silly lockdown. On Salisbury Plain maybe, or at the back of a retail outlet on the outskirts of Leeds. It makes no difference. 

The King is on his way again, make no mistake. All we have to do is know him when he comes. As the old song has it -

Yes, this I can tell

That all will be well
When the King enjoys his own again.