Your poor fool here entertaining (?) you with my cap, bells and bladder ( bladder...oooh, back to the garderobe again- well, I'm that age...).
I've just noticed the cask of brandy, it's cold in that dog kennel, do I wait to be offered a sup or is it self SERFice?
Every one a little gem, boys and girls, same jokes, different frocks [Oh my gaaawd, I'm turning into a pantomime dame ]
And now a little ditty: "She was only the farmer's daughter but she left him with a couple of acres".
I'd throw Mars bars off the battlements to the overexited audience but they haven't been invented yet.
What? You'd rather have Blondel [not the failed Tim Rice musical!]? Never been keen on these singer-songwriters myself, where's Allan a' Dale? He'll sing you a song, a merry old song...[poor Elton Hayes impression].
Nurse, the screens.
Back to the Neil Young Cave...
RyS