If I Had Brazilian Dollars...

 

Regular correspondents may recall the unlikely tale of how we ended up on the soundtrack of a movie. Word now reaches me from my erstwhile writing partner of an incoming cheque sufficient to offset the cost of buying his own copy of the film on DVD which has been derived from royalties accrued in, of all places, Brazil. One can only speculate on the circumstances behind our meteoric rise in the estimations of play list compilers from Vera Cruz to Itaquaquecetuba, but I do love a happy ending.