Love to say I've got faith in the slap headed saviour, but I fear those entitled wankers aren't buying into ten peg ball. Our shiny Dutch master doesn't have a thumb big enough to stick in their leaky dyke! Well, possibly fat Luke's arse!
Late afternoon tomorrow could be the end for the incomprehensible one.
If night's candle is finally blown out, can you take a swing at bingo? Who knows you could just afford to fix the roof with all that ivory.
Goodnight sweet prince, you really have been unbelievable, literally!