A house near my own has stood empty for the last few years since the owner died. There's a temporary fence put up to stop people getting in after the place was vandalised (tiles missing, widows broken, etc). As I waited across the road this morning for the bus to take me to work, I saw a car...
They say birds about of a feather
That they're given to moronic bleather
Ranting on Twitter
(is there a place fitter ?)
Where they're hell bent for leather!
Wearing those leather pants called "chaps"
A Fatal Inversion by Barbara Vine (Ruth Rendell's pen name). I read it when I was in my early teens and it took a while for me to figure out who the lady was at the end of the book (I was a bit dim back then)...
Not to be confused with They Love by Barbara Cartland. Or so I am told!
The Secret Diary Of Adrian Mole 13 3/4 DVD (complete series), My Dinner With Herve and the documentary The Family (a look into the notorious cult, which looks both fascinating and depressing in equal measures).
While swinging one day through the trees
I encountered a big swarm of bees
They said "hey, it's not funny
"You'll mess up our honey
And stung me between the, cough, knees!
That's a strange place for a tattoo!
I dreamt that I was on the bus home from work, listening to the people behind me talk about how Teresa May had just been fired as PM, and I thought it was odd, as I thought it couldn't happen for another year...