I wonder sometimes about just how much Facebook know about me? The targeted adverts are quite worrying. I make no secret that one of my favourite bands of all times is Squeeze. I have lost track of how many times I have seen them – last in New York. But also in Nottingham back in 1980 – and on the Beach in Cannes too!

There was a great targeted advert for a T-Shirt inspired by the song. On the of the greatest songs were written by Difford & Tilbrook is Pulling Mussels – the lyrics are sublime…

They do it down on Camber Sands, they do it at Waikiki
Lazing about this beach all day night, the crickets creepy
Squinting faces at the sky, a Harold Robbins paperback
Surfers drop their boards and dry and everybody wants a hat

But behind the chalet, my holiday’s complete
And I feel like William Tell,
Maid Marian on her tiptoed feet

Pulling mussels from the shell
Pulling mussels from the shell

Shrinking in the sea so cold,
topless ladies look away
A He-man in a sudden shower shelters from the rain
You wish you had a motor boat to pose around the harbor bar
When the sun goes off to bed, you hook it up behind the car
But behind the chalet, my holiday’s complete
And I feel like William Tell,
Maid Marian on her tiptoed feet

Pulling mussels from the shell
Pulling mussels from the shell

Two fat ladies window shop something for the mantelpiece
In for bingo all the nines,
a panda for sweet little niece
The coach drivers stand about looking at a local map
About the boy, he’s gone away, down to next door’s caravan

But behind the chalet, my holiday’s complete
And I feel like William Tell,
Maid Marian on her tiptoed feet

Pulling mussels from the shell
Pulling mussels from the shell

But behind the chalet, my holiday’s complete And I feel like William Tell,
Maid Marian on her tiptoed feet

Pulling mussels from the shell
Pulling mussels from the shell

Now check the T-Shirt out. It’s, er, not those sort of Muscles?? Perhaps they are being ironic?