I've got it lads, you can let go now........oh, bugger!

'Virago Triage and the Cooty Mungoes are playing at the Frigate and Tristesse tonight!' shouted Old Bump, scalding his hand on a copy of 'Blue Faces' because he accidentally thought it might be an iron! Cavalry-man and Flux-woman felt a certain desire for contagion as they stepped neatly along the transparent walkway lined with trifle-encrusted jazz flautists who were taking it in turns to sniffle gaily into a small cotton hanky from B&Q.

Friedrich Banny-Hands thought the whole show a little on the vulgarity scale stage 9, but condescended to balance digestives on a ridge of moist earth just above his navel until the paralax factor judge Whoppo Fux declared him the outright best thing to ever be seen by anyone ever, except perhaps for when he witnessed that mouthy jackdaw being crushed by a falling wind farm - and who do you suppose was supposed to be holding it up? Yeah! Exactly! None other! - Oligarky Phelps, the famous mathematically adept chip eater from Sandringham's high society wallpaper shop, Mock Flock and Stippler.
'Oh, Marjorie,' clammed Avian D, 'I am so tragically over-subscribed. If there's one thing I can't stand, it's up!'