Squeal, squeal for piggy!
I recognise this:
After all, as Chuck Berry noted, rock’n’roll’s not hard: it’s got a backbeat, you can’t lose it, any old time you choose it.
It’s a piece ’bout how no one plays rock and roll any more. But that last line there. I recognise that. It happens sometimes. You know what the last line is going to be. Actually, Miles Kington used to say that once you’ve got the last line the rest of the piece writes itself. So everything just builds to that.
You also erm and ahhh a bit about exactly how it’s going to be put and threaten righteous violence upon any sub who even dreams of changing it and so on. But the nub, the idea is there even as you pitch the concept to an editor. And you hug that line to your chest, it’s proper squeal for piggy stuff. “I know how it’s going to e e end, doo de doo doo” etc as you dance around the keyboard.
OK, perhaps not quite that much outwardly expressed joy but you get the idea.
