Drunk on wine, I’m amazing.

It’s confusing these days.

If there’s a bustle in your hedgerow, don’t be alarmed now.

She’s got wonderful eyes and a risqué mouth.

We talk about this whole stupid world and still come out laughing (Ha!)

I had never seen a set of eyes more hazelerer.

Just grab him in the biscuits.

Oh, Superman, where are you now when everything’s gone wrong somehow?

Lay a whisper on my pillow.

The Rolling truck Stones thing.

* Or a bad book, if that’s where I find myself at times.