I was this little kid who loved Gilbert and Sullivan, and the song 'Soho (Needless To Say)' came across like a WS Gilbert patter song, but it was a WS Gilbert patter song about Soho on a Friday night, “Chocolate coloured ladies making eyes through the smoke pall”, “Rainstorm, brainstorm, faces in the maelstrom/ Huddle by the puddles in the shadows where the drains run”. That's glorious!