Dear pungent world of shedders
I must leave you for a short while while I move from Angel Towers into the Angel Head Quarters/underground lair. I trust you will all keep well and stay out of Wigan. I will return, renewed and full of vigour will all the stool samples that you can handle, and a song I penned called ‘Willie likes the thief of time, but alas the thief of time is a gay’. I expect it will be played on the harpsicord.
Until then, try not to father Courtney Love’s children.
p.s Returning to your thoughts and comments would align the heavenly spheres in my heart and possibly my loins.