This was way back in the early nineties. Over the Christmas holidays. At Emac studios in a lovely converted church. A friend was friends with one of the owners and we were invited to drop in. And we did. There was a guy there, who grew up here, with his girlfriend. Now, this is a guy who you will probably not know by name, but you will know at least one very iconic movie role he did. Anyhow he was having his girlfriend sing the song. Over. And over. And over. Of virtually identical performances. Which he was hoping to pitch to Bette Midler if memory serves. It was painful. I still remember the chorus: Advance, retreat. Advance retreat.