My lords and ladies, might a poor fool crave the warmth of the fire (or at least share the kennel with the wolfhound?)?. I have a cunning plan to entertain the company with a kazoo made from an amusingly deformed turnip I found in the Neil Young Cave for ye terminally foolish.
Shall I start with "San Tintagel Bay Blues" of "Sweet Home Camelot" or "Dust my besom"? RyS