the three worst words in the world?

In a relationship. Obviously not when applied to oneself.

It was contemplation of these very words that led me, whilst walking through St Pauls in Bristol this afternoon, to start singing Pale Blue Eyes by the Velvet Underground. Not at the top of my lungs or anything, but audible. Audible enough to encourage some young scally to hurl his half eaten bread roll at my head - square on. I stared at him increduously for a moment (as he looked back, poised for fight) and then burst out laughing. What else could I do? So absurd.

Later, as I work at the Phoenix cinema projecting meaningless political propagada films for the fashionable left of North Oxford I listen to the original song again. Far from inspiring me to throw my own bread rolls in any direction, it leaves me heartbroken. Again.

Is there anything so heartbreaking as Sterling Morrison's guitar solo on this song? Any comment leavers might wish to take this to be the start of a fascinating thread...