Wuthering Heights

Wuthering Heights, by Emily Brontë

"Let me in, Heathcliff.

I died, and you stopped living

But let my Cathy go."

And seeing as it's Friday, let's take a sideways look at Kate Bush's Wuthering Heights, which she wrote when she was just 15 years old. And, by the sounds of things, having only read the first 15 pages, but who cares.

Of course EVERYTHING sounds better performed in the style of a Northern working men's club singer. With ukuleles. It's an acknowledged fact.