When I was talking about the power of smell on the radio, Speth, a Welsh speaker from Manchester, got in touch to say that in Welsh you can hear a smell as well as smell it. At first this sounded charming, if far-fetched. But the more I thought about it, the more sense it made. While I can’t – in English, anyway – exactly hear the smell of that Black Country bike shop in 1977, I can smell, hear and see it very clearly. I can feel it too. I can feel the shop man’s grip as he lifts me into the saddle. And I can hear him saying to my grandad: “Blimey, he’s a lump, isn’t he?” Ever sensitive about my weight, that was a sour note. But I’ll let it pass, because all I can feel, then and now, is the general joy.
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8点多不见客人多起来，Maggie姐决定上台唱首歌。她挑了邓丽君的《漫步人生路》，唱得竟有八分像。一个长一圈胡子的中年男人闻声从包厢里出来，是她认识10年的老客，某公司高层。他仍在捧她的场，挑她手下的小姐，只不过以前他一周来3次，现在一个月只来1次，也不喝酒，只喝茶。他不爱去卡拉OK，就喜欢站在夜总会的投影幕布前唱得掏心掏肺。贴面拥抱、寒暄一阵后，两人手拉手甜蜜地唱起《明天你是否依然爱我》。