can't stand people who write about the wind that shakes the barley, when they're really on about cutting people's throats etc. and the broom growing bonny - when they're on about incest.

How does that one go again?

It is whispered in the kitchen, it is whispered in the hall
some wibble about the local vegetation which you are free to ignore
That the king's daughter goes with child to her brother
diddly dee, diddly dum, yes that is what I just said

Anyone who misses the incest in that one isn't listening.