The Knave Of Hearts
He had some chips,
A moment in his mouth
And a lifetime on his hips
*Transatlantic viewers please note: What you call fries we call chips and what you call chips we call crisps. I think.
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Me! Me! Me!
- Colonel Blink
- I have never helped build a light railway across the Hindu Kesh. I am not an optician nor again an orthodontist. I was not the 'seventh man' in the Cambridge Spy circle. I am not an ex lover of either Madonna or Camilla Parker-Bowles. I have not at any time designed wheelchairs. I have never discovered a new star or any other astronomical body. I was NOT in Kabul in August 1957 or in Devises at any time in 1998. The only grassy knoll I am familiar with is one in Wroxham that I used to mow. The construction of hovercraft will forever be a closed book to me. I am not, at present, a boy band. I do not collect the names of Railway Stations. No one has ever called me Buzz I have never been the subject of an alien abduction.
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