In the 1960s and 70s, Paul McCartney’s poet brother Mike (McGear) was a member of pop group The Scaffold, whose best-known hits were ‘Lily The Pink’, ‘Liverpool Lou’ and ‘Thank U Very Much’.
Judging by the last one, ‘txt-spk’ is nothing new, and it was actually a well-recalled line in it which drew me to an extraordinarily long online discussion thread the other day.
I knew that The Scaffold had sung ‘Thank you very much for the Aintree Iron’ and I wondered idly what the Aintree Iron is or was.
In these Google-days you don’t have to wonder, you can search, so it was that I discovered a vast array of people’s suggestions as to its meaning, ranging from a Liverpool railway yard to others a bit too edgy for a Moodnudges post.
In the middle of this cascade of conjecture, however, came the real kicker.
Mike McGear himself had pitched in, suggesting that as he’d written the song, he ought to know what he’d meant.
And basically, he explained, ‘you’re all wrong’.
Frustratingly (and a little deliciously) he then refused to divulge its meaning.
Perhaps there actually isn’t one, even.
But we’ll probably never know.
To me, this is a brilliant example of the way in which we humans can be desperate to find reasons for everything, to understand and to classify.
This is perhaps never truer than when we seek to understand ourselves, and in particular to find explanations for why our moods rise and fall.
Sometimes there’s a reason.
But not always.
Now and then your mood changes because, well, it just does.
There’s no harm in setting out to better understand yourself, but the very second that you begin to agonise over your bafflement, perhaps it’s better to shrug your shoulders and simply accept it?
Then (and here’s the important bit) just move on, thank u very much.