London Derriere and the Menstrual Boy
He’s Irish, so I thought I’d ask him. “Do you know the name of this song?” I began humming a lilting Irish tune, the one that’s been playing in my head for weeks because I’d heard it on the radio again. It was a song I was sure I had in my CD collection somewhere, only I couldn’t remember where, and I was too lazy to get the CDs out and check for myself. “Hmm,” he said. “‘Londonderry Air’.” I…