Down in Albion, they're black and blue
But we don't talk about that
"Are you from round here?
How do you do?"
I'd like to talk about that

Talk over gin in teacups
And leaves on the lawn
Violence in bus stops
And a pale thin girl with eyes forlorn

Yellowing classics and cannons at dawn
Coffee wallas and pith helmets and an English song
Reebok classics and ( Read more... )

Is there anything better than singing along to Bohemian Rhapsody, falsetto and all, only to realise the kitchen windows are open and the old lady outside looks concerned?

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