Listening To: the crys of a lone bee
Its no secret that elephants really cant get into nightclubs, that aside i feel the need to yield to crushed velvet earmuffs. This is a story of woe and raw animal inclanations of an irstwhile nature.
One day early on in the summer of 69 Ned the farmers wife shouted "ive got the keys to kevin websters trousers" Almost immediately seven hundred horse drawn plastic greyhounds rode into view. Each wearing flannalette nighties designed by eddie the eagle. The crowd stood silent in total embaressment at the dogs inate hursuite paws that somehow were communicating via a wireless ad hoc infrastructure sentinal beam to their leader, the one and only, Bob Hoskins.He shouted back down the tannoy " ill get ya you reet monkey jive's. Then the clouds parted and out fell a single peanut covered in sugar and banana hummus. This was a complete disaster as the clouds usually yield beef cornflakes the kind which make your eyes turn mountain dew pink.
The morale of this story is dont waste your time reading my blogs listen to the music its much better. Peace - Ant of swerve tweeter.
