Look here, chaps, I've had just about enough of this tosh you serve up as being high-minded and serious discourse of a musical nature. Monty would've taken one look at this riff-raff and had you buried up to your necks in sand, what? I didn't get where I am today jousting with intellectual pygmies the likes of them as gather here. Anyway, I'm off to the bowling alley in Warminster with young Jade, finishing up with a romantic bag of chips for two and a game of seatbelt stirrups. Get back on message, men.
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