Much as I loved bringing you a bellyful of blues last time I feel a more mixed medley of music should make an appearance. But I commence with a quick comparative argument as to whether Blue men can sing the Whites (the blood-spitting Sonny Boy does it every time for me) There follows a definite nod to my recent, hugely enjoyable holiday in France. Saian Supa Crew were sought out in a Fnac outlet by my sons on a visit many moons ago. Francoise Hardy has been ever so slightly sexy since well before rap was invented and I can't resist the delivery of the other ladies here present. Your 'cool-down' takes the form of a bit of blissed-out burbling from Roger Waters with his song in praise of the British countryside.