I agree, tbp (thats almost poetry!)

as soon as some bugger pipes up with:-

i'm looking through the window.....

Its hard for you to understand just the way I feel......

I love you but I need to ramble.....

the winds are blowing... (like thats what winds do!)

I'm singing a song for (you, the world, our love, Manchester City at home.....)

I wish I was back shagging the handsome cabin boy. well actually no, but you get my drift.