(recent excellent science being that your constant towny, or even nowadays village, hum of machinery does actually drive you to the whacky ward, as it clearly did hertoo )
Even if the true equal i n fact at least once, better, of Minnie...as she got in the reality of the fabulously skanky Luton girl into her so called Free voice... - and that's real 'art'... shame as always with musicians it never ever ever makes them understand, words...
not ready til 1930 thats for my superfans who pile in in many a dozen every time i spit at you...
its now exactly 1930, update =
( in fact there is a king of Segway, really - oops thats the wrong one i always forget how to spell that one so i must have ALL the labels she has the moment she comes in to the...i spent £1.60 on a lemonade to charge up for you mean cunts, all we hear is immediatelly a whole list of her kids labels...the FULLHOUSE!.... segue, Segway being the slowish machine thingummy... as i am sat at the quiet atch.... close to where the chidren play....and the speed that the vehicles belt up and down a very narrow dark road due to much treesisterliness .... of course neither do the said sisters nor the said children have a chance - there is no protection that could give them one, if they were to run out into the road by a playground..in playtown.... and that makes me REALLY sick forever of these total 100% fakes... who have no minds nor hearts, nor even simple propriety [or as i advised Memsaab by text thistermorn 'manners' - she liked that ... ] ...)
furthermore you don't end up with one of these glorious
actually ' HAND MADE' arty piles
and real country boys know what hay ricks are for
