A dimension not only of sight and sound, but of mind.
And of plummeting down in a lift.
More love in an elevator (with extra walking this way).
Not to mention the turtles head, with fat foreign feckers trying to barge through the queue.
And still no rabbit hole obsessed pretty... unless you include the French Fancy who couldn't keep her hand out the front of her pants.
And is there really a word such as a candleabration, or have they made it up?
Expand the ribs with Chicken, Chili and corn - and the return of Magic Lucy and her hankies.
Oh why does it have to end???
