Well it would seem that the Meister and disappointment are indeed destined to be forever intertwined.

SP, I shall never speak to you again. Have a look out of your window at about 8 o'clock this evening. The hunched, dishevelled, pitiful figure on the bridge parapet about 200 feet above your car park will be me. Hope I don't make too much mess for your neighbours, but I will attempt to land head first on the chariot with which you intend to whisk away my one true love.

"Oh my love she won't have me, as I understand.
For she wants a freeholder, and I have no land.
I cannot maintain her, with the silver and gold,
or the other pretty fine things that my loves house can hold.

So farewell my dear mother, farewell sister too,
For I'm going to ramble this whole wide world through,
and when I get tired, oh I'll sit down and cry,
and think on pretty Big Bird with a tear in my eye"

Farewell.
DM.