Those of you blessed with long memories and cursed with sleeping problems may find yourself wondering, in the small hours, whatever happened to that Murray Lachlan Young? Just under a decade ago - back when poetry was taking its turn as the new rock and roll - EMI signed him up for what was supposedly a million pound deal. Of course, Young was rubbish - his most famous work, Simply Everybody's Taking Cocaine, just reeked of the worst sort of Loose Ends filler material; he dressed in velvet to suggest Lord Byron but looked more like Mr Buyrite; and, of course, EMI had signed up without a clue what to do him. They tried to make him into a popstar; he broke his contract with a Mariah Carey style financial settlement, and he disappeared.
He's back now, though - tempted out of hiding by Attila The Stockbroker. The new material? It's things like "Is It Wrong To Wear The Thing?", so we suspect there's still going to be a welcome at Ned Sherrin's right hand.
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