Ooooh, them Fates certainly pick some exoctic punishmentery!
Yum Yum! Whispery shakeage! Oooh, the others are piled up with cream and a flake - I'll just open me lid and scoff me crumbiest, flakiest choccie!
D'oh! Drenched in creamy goodness, all over me bestest hoodie. And so early in the evening. So now I has to trek round Sherwood Forest all a-whiffing like sour cocoa based dairy beverage!
And now it's teatime!
After umpteen McDonald trips, I really really really don't want yet another meal. So, it's a choice of Wetherspoons, Boots meal deal, McDonalds or elsewhere.
Wetherspoons! Wetherspoons! Wetherspoons! Something different! Oooh, what to have? Chili? Mixed Grill? Steak and ale pie? Bangers and mash? Please, not McDonalds yet again! I can't face another burger and fries...
So, McDonalds then.
And then it's Nabbo singing about Pussy, and Bobby Bob Bob's dancing class, then half-time drinkage! Oooh, Smirnoff Ice is only £1!! Wow, that's cheap!! Fighty fighty fighty through throng - Shitnuts! It's £3.20! Stuff that! But don't worry Xym - there be a garage on the way to the car!
Thirsty, thirsty, all through Howard Moons epic of the Future. And Nanageddon. Hooray! End of show!
Crawl along the desert floor to the oasis and merchandise!
Oh, we're at the car, with no sign of beverage offering garages.
Lady Fortune.
She don't like me much at all!
Does anyone, these days?
(and verily, those who know him cried out "NO!")...
