…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.
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.