Stopped by my favorite drinking establishment on the way home from work. As I enjoyed an imperial stout, the jazz/folk singer/guitarist announced he was going to play "an old English drinking song. Why not, that's what this place is all about, isn't it?" The song was To Anacreon In Heaven. I stood. I was the only person, of perhaps thirty, to do so, including a table full of Coasties.
Why, in this day and age, am I bothered enough to post this?