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I like my brain.

I don't want it to dissolve.

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All the work on these pages are the spawn of my very own little brain. Any similarities to any other work anywhere in the whole wide world is essentially a bloody huge coincidence, or somebody has been stealing my ideas and fobbing them off as their own.

While immitation is indeed the highest form of flattery, I would hope the Karma Police would catch them and wind their entrails out on a stick.

If I do happen to use anybody else's work I'll bloody well tell you.

I'd like to think that I have some kind of copyright over my stuff. It IS mine, after all.

Saturday 16 October 2010

Big Fat Dave

Big Fat Dave couldn’t hack it no more, the gaffer he said he were crap.
So Big Fat Dave took his arse up the stairs and on ‘t gaffer’s door he did tap.
When Big Fat Dave got into the room, there weren’t much space left to spare
So Big Fat Dave drew in a deep breath, and took in nigh all o’ the air.
“Thy’s crap!” Said Dave as the gaffer did gasp, as gradually blue he did go
Then just before he perished and died, Fat Dave did let the air blow
The gaffer recovered and took Dave’s hint and gave the Fat Man a job
And Gaffer said soz to Big Fat Dave saying “you’re not crap, just a knob!”
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