Here am I, in my decaying years, and still catching up on errors I made when I was twenty. Listening to Janis Joplin sing Oh Lord Won't You Buy Me a Mercedes Benz the other evening I realised I'd had this whopping mondegreen for nearly fifty years. It's "Dialling For Dollars is trying to find me", not "Darling, four dollars is trying to find me...." Which points to a rather more significant character flaw: I don't interrogate my inputs, I just let it all flow over me. Still. Forty-seven years. I've been singing it for forty-seven years.