Here we are now, and isn't it rather small and furry? Of course, once we get the vole attached to the National Grid then there will be a massive influx of power.
"The squirrels canna take it, captain," Chief Engineer Snotty cried in his rather unique, and almost Scottish, accent.
But, still - having said that - or, at least, written it, we can now move on to other matters of a more moist and intimate nature.
Did you bring the lime jelly? Because I have the spoons and the marmoset - fully-oiled, of course - and it is wearing a to-scale uniform of a British rail employee, circa 1974, as you so specifically requested.
Still, once we get the new attachment on the unicycle we will no longer have to worry about appearing naked in Wednesbury ever again.
Now it is almost time for us to place strawberries in the exact geometrical centre of the Council Offices once again. So, do you have the weasel cues and badger racquets?
*As befits the first Tuesday of March.
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