ME: Now I’ve had the time of my life, no I’ve never felt this way before. Yes I swear it’s the truth and I owe it all to you.
ALL: Now with passion in our eyes there’s no way we could disguise it secretly. So we take each other’s hand ’cause we seem to understand the urgency.
… hmmm, probably best to leave it there….. which, rather aptly, squares us full circle back to the starting blocks.
So, now that you’ve finished your Pal Sandwich it’s time to get the wrapper out of the bin, look back over the ingredients, and realise why you’ve been left feelilng so ill - just look at what you’ve been forced to digest:
Up Shit’s Creek Without A (doggie) Paddle, Welcome to Pal Sandwich, Oh oh oh oh there’s trouble in America, Poll (de)faulter, Peter You’ve INVENTED the news, My Comical Romance, Out for a Duck, s=ut+1/2at2 in the modern world, Long on shorts, Moving with The Times, QUICKIE POST: Bog or Blog?, Cocked Hat Double Take, Writer’s Bollock, Mint imperialism, Honour or Doner?, Birds out numbers in, Whimper bang scrape whatever, It’ll be alright on the flight, Out-take 1, Out-take 2, Out-take 3
Wipe the tear, baby dear, from your eye-ee
Tho’ it’s hard to part, I know,
I’ll be tickled to death to go,
Don’t cry-ee, don’t sigh-ee,
There’s a silver lining in the sky-ee!
Bon Soir, old thing! Cheerio! Chin-Chin,
Nah-Poo, Toodle-oo, Goodbye-ee
Yes you’re right, this was over-indulgent. Time for me to move over for a younger, smarter (and let’s face it better looking) model….
So, laydeeeeez and gentlemen, I give you your friend and mine, all the way from the South Coast, king of the boot sales, table tennis supremo, the thinking man’s Harold Steptoe…
Mr SHIT SANDWICH !!!