I'm just happy being dumpy. Dumpy, fat and middle-aged.
Boot the grime of this world in the crotch dear.
One day I decided to try to have a complete day without tea. I was quite shaken. I was quite disturbed.
The Royal family to me are not England, and they are not the flag.
I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour, but heaven knows I'm miserable now.
Can you squeeze me into an empty page of your diary and psychologically save me?