Musings
This is where I put my thoughts,
I keep them in a jar,
I put them on the mantlepiece,
And ponder from afar.
Feel free to browse,
And poke around,
You may just even learn,
Just what it is,
That makes me tick,
And interminably yearn.
Four Yorkshiremen
Aye, very passable, that, very passable bit of risotto.
Nothing like a good glass of Château de Chasselas, eh, Josiah?
You're right there, Obadiah.
Who'd have thought thirty year ago we'd all be sittin' here drinking Château de Chasselas, eh?
In them days we was glad to have the price of a cup o' tea.
A cup o' cold tea.
Without milk or sugar.
Or tea.
In a cracked cup, an' all.
Oh, we never had a cup. We used to have to drink out of a rolled up newspaper.
Oh, to be rich!
I'd build a big, tall house with rooms by the dozen,
right in the middle of the town.
A fine tin roof, with real wooden floors below...
