I've never had a period, it's true.
I've never suffered labour pains like you...

Here come
the drums...

It's a bumper box of Belgian chocs.
It's a bowl of wholesome pasta...

Dear Sir, (or is it Madam?),
You don't know me from Charlie Adam...

It’s Christmas Jumper Day today,
down at the Department of Dross...

I scribble in obscurity,
enthused by a passion...

A man with an alsatian .... on Macclesfield...
After some consternation .... and much...

Monday morning,
Car won't start...

Incubator, mother's breast.
dressing up box, old string vest...

Could you say a little prayer
for the people over there...

... then after the violence
and after the dying...

The other me can play guitar.
He's talented and funny...