I `ad that Dylan Robertsman in my cab the other day. `e was looking quite exhausted, as if `ed just spent a day round the shops.
I said, "Morning Dude. What`s up then? You just done your Christmas shopping and discovered you`ve forgot Aunt Maud?"
`e said, "Nah Jim. I just spent a long time with one of them protest singers. Fair worn me out, `e `as."
I said, "Go on then. What was `e protesting about?"
`e said, "Well, `e`s going to write songs about the evils of "fracking and drilling for oil, diesel air pollution and airport expansion for starters."
I said, " Blimey. All this in some folk club, was it?"
`e said, "Nah, we shared a taxi after we`d sat together on a long `aul flight from `ong Kong to `eathrow!!"


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