MUSICAL BOX: Robert Wyatt's Sea Song

fifty years of the loveliest love song of all

NEVER WAS a woman more overjoyed than I to achieve menopause. My (theoretically) reproductive phase was characterised by agonising cramps and nausea, and the dragging of my exsanguinated carcass to work, woozy with painkillers. When I was finally released from the manacles of female functionality I was in seventh heaven. Never having tested the equipmen…