Big man, pig man Ha, ha, charade you are You well heeled big wheel Ha, ha, charade you are And when your hand is on your heart You’re nearly a good laugh Almost a joker With your head down in the pig bin Saying ‘Keep on digging’ Pig stain on your fat chin What do you hope to find Down in the pig mine? You’re nearly a laugh You’re nearly a laugh But you’re really a cry Bus stop rat bag Ha, ha, charade you are You fucked up old hag Ha, ha, charade you are You radiate cold shafts of broken glass You’re nearly a good laugh Almost worth a quick grin You like the feel of steel You’re hot stuff with a hatpin And good fun with a hand gun You’re nearly a laugh You’re nearly a laugh But you’re really a cry Hey you, Whitehouse Ha, ha, charade you are You house proud town mouse Ha, ha, charade you are You’re trying to keep our feelings off the street You’re nearly a real treat All tight lips and cold feet And do you feel abused? You got to stem the evil tide And keep it all on the inside Mary you’re nearly a treat Mary you’re nearly a treat But you’re really a cry Pink Floyd, Way before I was borneded. But not before Mary Whitehouse was borneded. *cackle* My life is interesting. So many variables. I’m considering moving away from the UK (tho probably not to Amsterdam before anyone gets strange ideas) as I’m bored of it all, pissed off with the gubmint, fed up with the work culture and annoyed at the world in general. I want to work for myself again and I don’t want to do it in London where it’s far too expensive to do anything decent. Plus I want to buy somewhere to live and that’s more than tricky in London at the moment... Oh well, will see... Am going to try and get tickets to Amsterdam tonight. I am also going to try and get the campsite in Amsterdam too I think...€8,50 a night being much better than any other rates I’ve found for anything...