To my mother my dog and clowns

Dance, dance - the shaking of the sheets.  Dance, dance when you hear the piper playing ...

Beware the moors, beware the moors lest Lankin should creep in.

Utter bastards.  I'll get you sooner or later.

I forget why.

Sooner or later I'll love you to death.

There are few good endings.

Cling on tightly to stupid/forgiving people without grim reality.

Do you remember Trevor Sinclair's goal against Barnsley from 1996 or 1997?

No, and we all know it was meaningless.

As are you, ****wit.

Hey.

Thanks mum.

All meaningless. We have to just start eating grass - with a bit of fish debris.

You know it makes sense.  Compared to the rubbish I stumble over.

Did you ever see the episode of Bagpuss where he spoke with a West Indian accent?

Nice version

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=k0ByFrFMCWA

And so forth ...

What was that about then?