For Gin, In Cruel Sober

Extraordinary How Potent Cheap Music Is.

Labour Leaders Lead Us All, Though We Know They Bleed Us All. Cheer Our New Decline And Fall, Gibbon Might Have Dreamed It All.

I Want A Horse And Plough, Chickens Too, Just One Cow, With A Wistful Moo.

Familiarity Breeds Contempt, But Without A Little Familiarity It's Impossible To Breed Anything.

Wouldn't It Be Dreadful To Live In A Country Where They Didn't Have Tea?