I seemed to be getting forgetful, in 2003 i stayed in a Bed & Breakfast in Truro & wrote a lovely piece of music called "All You Pretty People"
I got the inspiration to pair bluesish chess lyrics with a dance buff baff ding ding buff baff kick drum,
The title came easy but the verses, chorus, middle 8 & outro were left near the kettle on a pad from another bed and breakfast i had stayed in the fortnight before.
Its proving to be a huge job to find the number of the bed and breakfast. I must admit its probably lost now.

NB - the venue could of been in Kent not Cornwall, the silence since writing this post originally probably signals these lyrics will not surface from the dead & next time my neanderthal self will need to write them in stone and post them to myself, then i won't end up like Liam Neeson (historical note neanderthals did not write signs, had they of they would of been Homo Sapiens)