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Thanks for this, brings back fond memories of a holiday in Spain about a quarter of a century ago.

It was my first “grown-up” holiday, ie going on a package holiday just me and my girlfriend, booking the flights and apartment ourselves, going out for dinner in the evening in restaurants. Not going on holiday with the boys, getting smashed drunk in the clubs and spending the day sleeping off the hangover on the pool lounger (the fact the lady in question was some six years older than me may have been the cause of my maturity).

Anyhoo after a day spent on the beach or sightseeing we’d go back to the apartment, open a bottle of wine and watch the sun go down before having a nap. The thing was there was a bar/restaurant in the street beneath the apartment with one of these old fashioned lounge singers and you could set your watch by his routine, and I will never forget that we would always know when we heard “Please Release Me” that it was 9.30 and time to get up and get ready to go out for dinner.

It became one of those little happy memories of a relationship still in the first flush of romance, especially for a young man going out with a somewhat older, and to me rather glamorous, lady.

It kind of became our song, alas until a year or two later when the more immature side of me returned and I somewhat insensitively started singing it in not very funny jest. We soon split up although remained good friends for years afterwards.

I was at her bedside when she died of cancer at the cruelly young age of 39.

Thanks for the memories.