artisticHer name was Sue-Yeah! (-or possbily Sylvia...)
His name was Earl.
His love was Lorraine;
(She's a wonderful girl.)
Now they must cry, cry-i, cry- Wooh Oh Ohh...
Their blues away.
I wonder if it's a symptom of obsessive compulsive disorder that I get these insistent song snatches rolling round my brain all the time?
I'm proud of myself 'cos I went to the launderette and bloody well did the boring task myself, instead of paying too much for a service wash. Ain't I good?
