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he'd run any faster he'd have stood a good chance of beating Usain Bolt! I didn't expect to see him again but I hoped his charges would return, they'd got through a pile of work that had been falling on my stooped and overburdened shoulders. There was enough time now for me to take a break so I reclined my lazy boy, put my feet up and took forty winks. I was in the middle of a very pleasant dream where ...

Nutbush City Limits ~ Tina Turner

I had to put up with so many pillocks. How I missed Rosie, she was so good with people, with her charming and winning ways she could convince the most truculent to co-operate and had boundless patience with sops like Cross. Admittedly, there were times when I felt she was a little over-friendly with young Lotharios and I'd had cause to have a few words, but generally I'm happy to be hard at it behind the scenes and leave the public relations to her. I wonder when she'll be home. 'Arr humm ... are you listening to me?' Pastor Cross had been wittering on apparently. 'Not particularly, I really must ...

Temptation Eyes ~ The Grass Roots

I looked at him aghast. 'I didn't think vicars smoked cigars! Have you got a spare?' 'Certainly. It's a little hobby of mine, collecting fine Cuban cigars. After all, what was good enough for Winnie, is good enough for me. My favourite is the Montecristo, but the Trinidad Esmeralda comes very close in my humble opinion. It all depends on your tastes whether it be sweet, nutty, leathery, tangy, citrusy, floral, honeyed, spicy, woody, fruity ...' By this stage I was glazing over. I inexpertly lit the cigar, puffed in and out rapidly, inhaled deeply, and had a apoplectic coughing fit. Parson Cross thumped me on the back, which only made matters worse. 'You're supposed to cut the end, Mr Revolting!' he said, rather aggrieved, 'and you NEVER inhale!' I ground the nasty, smelly thing out in the dregs of my teacup. 'Well really!' spluttered the Parson, 'I mean to say ...

Waiting On the World To Change ~ John Mayer

Will You Love Me Tomorrow ~ The Sherelles

their work, that I decided to hire them. 'Well done lads! Would any of you be interested in after school and weekend work? I'll pay £4 an hour and tea breaks thrown in.' 'Getta grip, moite! The mini mum's £5.28 and we ain't working for nothing under £6. Yous seen how us works, we're worth it!' English proficiency was obviously not a necessity when it came to street savvy. I thought for a moment ...

at the ready for my next cup of tea. 'It will indeed be a pleasure!' gushed the worthy Parson Cross. 'Always happy to assist the constabulary and their fight against the rising tidal wave of crime. If you will just wait one moment ...' and he shot out the door and was soon back with around thirty boys. 'If I can just leave this lot with you, dear Mr Revolting, I will return to collect them forthwith.' My mouth was still hanging open in astonishment when he and the cops beat a hasty retreat. A more mottley assortment of pestilences I'd never seen! All chewing gum, slouching against walls, one had a slingshot and looked like he was about to take out some fellows eye and another was handing around cigarettes. 'Right you lot! ...

Guess Who I Saw Today ~ Julie London

how many, how well behaved they are ... you know, any nasty habits like pinching things, peeing on loo floors, kicking cats etc ... and how much you're willing to pay for the privilege?' 'Well, I was rather hoping, ours being a charitable group and all, you could see your way clear to waiving any charges at this time. I assure you, the boys are very well behaved, they adore cats and have been rigidly toilet trained. Of course we will pay the usual fees for tea and cake. It would be very good good publicity, you know. I have a good friend, Peregrine Farquhar-Smythe, who ...

Black Crow Blues ~ Bob Dylan

overwork, stress and the heavy burden of responsibility. Tea was the order of the day ... hot, sweet, strong tea. And preferably accompanied by custard creams, if that little minx Dolly hadn't found and eaten all my secret hoard! I'd just settled down with my cup that cheers when who should walk in but ...

Mrs Miniver by Jan Struther

Back Down South ~ Kings of Leon

Monday Monday ~ The Mamas and the Papas Send 'er over! 😂

take the cake! You're supposed to have sold all those valuable books you claim to have. What's happening about that, for goodness sakes?' Rosie certainly wasn't the pushover I took her for when I first met her. What had happened to my sweet, agreeable, biddable wee girl? In retrospect, after a time, this seemed to happen with all my girlfriends. I really felt it was a major flaw in the female of the species. No constancy, a tendency to develop an unattractive firmness of the jaw, along with a digging in of the toes. 'Dearheart, as you've left me to single-handedly run our demanding business, all by myself, alone, on my tod, I have absolutely no time for any outside business deals.' 'Don't be ridiculous, Johnny, you have ...

Have You Ever Seen the Rain? ~ CCR (I wish! We have a drought at present ☹️)

that for once I'd get my own way. 'Darling,' I said, in my most syrupy voice, 'to use dear Daddy's parlance, there's been a little convexity in life's thoroughfare, I'm afraid.' 'What are you talking about, Johnny? Daddy would never speak like that!' 'Well, to put it bluntly, not putting too fine a point on it, things being as they are... the nitty gritty of the situation is ...' 'Johhny, get to the point, I'm nearly out of minutes.' 'We haven't got the readies to donate to Daddy's gallivants.' 'Whatever do you mean? Our account had a very healthy balance when I left! Where has it all gone?'

Walking In the Rain ~ The Ronettes

in this instance broke a habit of a lifetime, and went completely along with my wishes. 'Let me make it patently clear, Mr Revolting, that under no circumstances can anyone, including yourself, withdraw any funds, whatsoever, from your account. In fact we've written to you on numerous occasions to apprise you of the fact that your balance is critically overdrawn and this must be rectified forthwith. We would like to see you in our office first thing Monday morning.' Well, one silver lining, at least, in life's little stratocumuli ...

From Now On ~ Supertramp

standing on end and instantaneously going grey, 'I wasn't agreeing to anything for your father!' 'Sorry, Johnny, ...fttzz ...skpppt ... you're breaking ....jtwak ...up again. I'll ring Daddy and ... ybbber ...him.' 'Nooooooo!!' I shouted, but too late. She'd hung up. There was only one thing to do ...

Very nice banjo playing!

From Here You Can Almost See the Sea ~ David Gray