Salacious Verse , Torrid Prose, and Songs Learned At Mother’s Knee and Other Low Joints: the product of idle hands and a fevered brain.
The tale of a curious double-act, one that has survived for fifty years, and looks like going on and on and on...
There I was, bored out of my brains in group therapy, until my eyes rested upon...
Little did His Grace know, as he sent his wayward Grand-daughter to her room, that she would embark upon a strange yet sad journey
This song is the product of having nothing to do when my car radio was stolen - thanks thief