Proper update later, and many thanks for all the good wishes. Big brother is still in ITU and has got a tracheotomy now. I have discovered it is surprisingly easy to lip-read the words "Bugger", "Fuck" and "Off".
Now, on with the ride! I've only got a small ticket and the humour is black, Johnny.
All the rest over at Argent's, here:
http://argent-delusionsofadequacy.blogspot.com/2010/07/poetry-bus-tickets-go-on-sale.html
You're Not Going Down
Six hundred souls can shelter inside
The brightest, the fightest, all London’s pride.
Of course, in order to save our nation
They’ve got to shoot the civilian population.
He's the one what'll do it.
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