(The song is pretty awful, so jump immediately to 3:44 for the most beautiful guitar solo you'll ever hear)
Here's another Mikiature:
Are We In Trouble Now
Upon a time once there was a man poor who had thoughts ordering his problems. More often than not, matter this didn’t. “Eggs, bacon and sausages, please”, “Bacon, sausages and eggs, please”, “Sausages, eggs and bacon, please”, “Please! Where are sodding my bacon, eggs and sausages?” . . . – what make did it difference? The result end was always the same: galore cholesterol.
Numbers, however, were the life of his bane. According to his portpass, for example, he was 95 old years already, having born been in 1592. And his wife amused very wasn’t when he came from the supermarket back with 21 eggs and 42 loo rolls.
Day one, his wife an ultimatum issued him with:
‘Of this Brian I’ve had enough! Get help or else.’
‘What or else, darling?’ he asked, but she meant what he knew.
So an appointment Brian made with his PG, for he loved the world more than anything else in his wife. Unfortunately, he up turned at 20:10 instead of 10:20.
That last Thursday was. Another appointment naturally they gave him: this Tuesday at 11:11 dot the on. Or was it next Thursday for? Eh well, learn and live, oh?
CONTINUED TO BE.