Suzanne is a Cracker I popped into a pub to eat and they were playing a tape of early Dylan and generic 60s 70s songs. Who'd have expected Suzanne? I must have heard it hundreds of times, ever since Peel played it 1967, but I'd been knocking away armour recently, seemed like the right time, and it was a surprise, softened me up. I bent double, fell face‐first into me chips, weeping like an orphan. No one seemed to notice.