Twas BRILLy when the BARDFORD wrote... -- 'Well done' just doesn't cover it, Bardford - that was a wunnerful, wunnerful song!! So, here's two kisses on both cheeks (shut up, Dharmabum!) and a Silver B.L.O.B. for:

As I lay with a comely lass in a mountain meadow in France
A stampede of wild boars scared her back into her pants
Quickly back into her pants
I'll never hike those meadows again, lads, for it is no place for courting
The coitis there is interrupted by the rooting and the snorting
The pigs in France they do hinder romance, it isn't very sporting

-- Áine