Enter Widdicombe Fair and Cherry Blurr the sisty uglers. "Ooh er wots going on 'ere chuck", said Cherry through her letter-box lips. "Some one's not been sleeping in my bed", yodelled Widdicombe fair, swinging her pendulous dugs over the orchestra pit, and frightening the musos, who nearly choked on their bottles of Guinness.
Over to you......Jock