Clive “Robin” Sarstedt

Where Do You Go To My Lovely?

I was watching BBC Four late last night in an attempt to tire myself out so I was more likely to sleep through the night.  They were showing a programme entitled  One Hit Wonders.  

One of the artists featured was Peter Sarstedt who was singing Where Do You Go To My Lovely?  I have included a YouTube video of him performing this song below and the full lyric and some information from his Wikipedia page.  In no way am I claiming any association with this artist or his work, but while I was listening to his crooning I stumbled across an idea for the following blog.

It was the chorus that I found particularly inspiring:

But where do you go to my lovely
When you’re alone in your bed?
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do

Do you really want to know, Pete?

When I am alone in my bed, this is when I feel at my most vulnerable.  I cannot move at all or get up for a midnight snack. If the heating needs turning up, then I am forced to freeze until assistance arrives in the morning. Likewise, if I need to open the window to get some fresh air then this is not an option.

Trapped in a single position all night is not something that anyone should have to endure in 21st Century Wales. Just this morning, my PA pulled back my duvet to discover that my right leg was discoloured and swollen. Something that probably wouldn’t have happened if I had received the overnight assistance that I need to re-position myself. [I have had to call the out of hours doctor to advise me on the swelling that I am suffering. I have contacted the Community Nurses to report the issue and they directed me to the emergency GP service for fear that I may be experiencing blood clots. If only I could move my legs at night – something I can only do with the assistance of overnight support].

In addition, I should be wearing hand splints to keep my hands from curling into a fist, which would then aid my dexterity. I also have a T-bar that I should use underneath my knees whilst sleeping to keep my legs nice and straight. I can’t use this whilst I am alone at night because there is no space between my legs to place my urinal. Are you beginning to feel the same sense of injustice that I feel every night?

Last night was a particularly windy evening. My PA left my window ajar before leaving my property at 23.00. At 06.00 I was awoken by the sound of my blinds clattering together. My window had blown open further and the wind force was reaching gale proportions. I was dithering under my duvet and had to disrupt my father once again to perform the simple task of closing my window for me. Why should a 68-year-old man,with arthritis in both hands, have to expend all his energy in the middle of the night to come to the rescue of his guilt-ridden son?

Should a fire start in one of the other rooms of my bungalow, then I am toast. I would have no means of escape and this could be solved so simply… Instead, Wrexham Council think it is a good idea to lavish £250,000 on renovating our perfectly well equipped bus station.  Subsequently, the thoughts that surround me mainly revolve around my dislike and distrust of a Conservative/Independent led Local Authority and how I can survive under their influence until the next Council elections.

You wanted to know Pete…

Where Do You Go To My Lovely? Lyrics  

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Peter Eardley Sarstedt[1] (10 December 1941 – 8 January 2017), briefly billed early in his career as Peter Lincoln, was a British singer, instrumentalist, and songwriter. He was the brother of musicians Eden Kane and Clive “Robin” Sarstedt.

Although his music was classified as pop, it generally encompassed ballads derived from traditional folk music rather than traditional rock and roll. He was best known for writing and performing the song “Where Do You Go To (My Lovely)?“, which topped the UK Singles Chart in 1969. Set to a “faux European waltz tune”[2] and described as “a romantic novel in song”,[3] it won an Ivor Novello Award. The record remained Sarstedt’s biggest hit, despite his releasing numerous successful albums and singles from the late 1960s onward.

He continued to tour throughout the 1980s, 1990s, and 2000s, mainly in 1960s revival-type shows, until his retirement in 2010 due to ill health.[4]