Things are not going well at the ranch; I mentioned the Coke impersonator to Ms C for the second time last evening, and she got quite cross: told me that I was getting too concerned about cheap wenches wearing parts of garish red paper dresses, and that it had better be the last time I mention such things.
Consequently, chastened, I thought I'd better go quite rapidly on to something else, and as the American West is somewhat distant - in fact, should you want to go there for some reason, then this wouldn't be a good place from which to start your journey - I decided to do a local, faith-based cover version instead.
Did the crusaders ever build churches in New Mexico or California? Probably not.
Rob C