must've been one of those rather unusual weather occurrences where a hazy nebula takes over the tropical Isle ..mwuhaha.
..last Halloween it got so rhapsodic the radio-waves rolled pumpkins for their spumes. Like on snowed-in occasions people carried on with some additional plasters around the yearow.
Ow, i reckon you can walk over the Channel when one of Rick's jingles gets on air. What's that, perceiving a spell of overenthusiastic panels floating through the hats, towards the international web and worlds so sleep-beauty? thats proper mental, innit? gonna wire a board to a freaky-surf, balloon and basket, ask that North-American bird, and go South Sweden. Let me only write a poem to the variable, very capable hot frogs so the frozen jet-streams melt and some winds are going to bring you a message from a cloud-coconut copra cobana, that'd be the pop horns for the unique blazillions of broad sun-bathers. If that doesn't blue the clear type-brighter. What time is maddeney then!-) hold on to yer quays what's the water-elves tell the sylphs. Just sayn.