...it brings on many changes.
Well, obviously! The first major change is from a state of being alive to being deaded.
And who sez it’s painless - I’m fairly sure that taking a razor to one’s wrists may not be as painless as the song suggests, more like "Ow, FUCK! That fucking hurts like buggery!".
Still, at least you end up Down Below, where it’s nice & warm, waving your foliage about, with ne’er a cross-dressing woodchopper in sight!
In their wonderbras.
And that caught me out, when I first got invited to a brasserie for a meal, for it wasn’t a nosedive into a brasierre as expected. Oh, the pitfalls of language.
But forget being invited out for a meal - I am now desperate for some young bird to come and tell me that her mate fancies me... just so I can turn to my compadres and bellow "Broadband for £6.49!!!".
That’s gotta be a new catchphrase when you pull now!
"Hey, how’d ya get on last night, didja pull then?"
"Let’s just say I got broadband for £6.49"
"Whey-hay! Get in there"
Cheap at twice the price! Now, some people will try and say "Cheap at half the price", which (a) is bloody obvious coz it’s 50% cheaper, and (b) if it was £1000 to start with, then it’s still not cheap at half the price, coz £500’s still pretty expensive.
Whereas, if it’s cheap at twice the price, then you’re onto a bargain any which way!
But loose.
Right turn Clyde.
