…the bleedin’ dishcloth while you’re at it.
Still, four stanzas of Tennyson gave a hard-pressed scriptie a break, I suppose. Money for old rope (see The Nine Tailors)
I expect Alice wrung out the lemon from Peggy’s G&T into her handbag and will have a wee sook on the lining later.
Interfering auld besom.
It was a good enough bit of selective quoting, I suppose, and I am unsurprised they were unable to resist “Ring out old shapes of foul disease”.
“Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in”
Here’s to a better year, cellerites. xxx
Good old Leonard
I love his work
He did some duff stuff as well, of course; there’s at least one of his albums that I simply find I never listen to. But on the whole, yes, the boy done good.
I have just heard it, & had to deploy me tastefully decorated little bucket…
Carinthia.xx