Anything by Shirley Bassey reminds me of my old man. He loved her, my mum hated her. So if I was listening to Shirley it would be in his car with just him and me. When he knew he was dying I took him to his favourite London restaurant, then to Ronnie Scotts and lastly a right joint called "Jacks" in Goodge Street. I payed the stripper to give him a one on one to "Diamonds are Forever"! Cost me an extra £20 as she complained afterwards that he bit her on the snatch! So Diamonds are Forever is that certain song for me!
