So Vince the aging savage betrays no kind of life but the smell of last week's

cabbage and the ghost of last year's wife. In the permanent haze of deodorant sprays, he says retreat.

Alsatians dog the dirty days and the back of Beasley Street.

People turn to poison, quick as lager turns to piss.

This is someone else's copyright.

They're not a copyright, I'm half way through it.

Every time they kiss.

It's a sociologist paradise each day repeats on easy

cheesy greasy queasy queasy beasley beasley street good are you trying to give the impression that we have just literally carry on that last?

I think that's a good impression to get imagine that.

But I don't think anyone will have remembered that that's how the last week show ended.

I was inundated with with messes you saying,

what a shame that your rendition of John Cooper Clark Spezy Street

was cut off cruelly by the one hour six minute cut off.

And so I thought, well, you know you know for those people I'll just

there were no people so I had loads of things to say well it's so much to fit in

I'm in such a excited mood. I almost don't know whether we're going to get it all into this.

So I ask you my question.

Well then ask you question.

Why don't bin men take away Christmas trees?

They do, don't they? Well they they don't, they haven't with mine.

Everyone always sort of dumps them weirdly in the street.

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