An underlying principle I try to follow on a daily basis, and something I believe is of the utmost importance, is not to judge people. Try to see the good things, believe that there is a fundamental decent human being in everyone. Okay, sometimes you may be disappointed and sometimes people like Donald Trump come along but so fucking what? Better to go through life believing in people rather than groping through a miasma of mistrust and negativity.
On a handful of occasions however I have met someone who I have immediately disliked. Why? I couldn’t say, but there has been a palpable reciprocal animosity. Like the same poles of two magnets repelling each other. At the same time I’ve felt a reluctant fascination about that person, maybe in trying to identify the root of such instinctive dislike. This was the starting point of Tickle My Fancy, an immediate antipathy between two people, but that’s where my personal involvement in the song began and ended. After that I just let the characters plot their own journey. So it came as a bit of a surprise that, by the end of the song, it emerged as being about a vaguely tawdry relationship between a prostitute and a punter. But hey, that’s what happens sometimes. It’s got nothing to do with me, I just set the ball rolling. GR