After the fiasco of the mobile aerobics classes passing by my work window yesterday, there's now some Irish deedly music started up.
Have people got no pubs to go to on Friday afternoon?
This is taking place (outside as I type, another batch is passing) at my work. My front garden is much smarted than that. And my wife's arse isnt as fat as the pink legginged wonder.
@Hedgecutter's thumbnail of Paulo Fisch in his signature keeps reminding me of this painting which adorned pretty much every living room in Scotland in the 1970s.