Eating for None

I spy
With my little eyeball
Something beginning with Brian stole the dvd player, tie him to the Aston Martin...
Then send him...
To the beach...
Somewhere symbolic that will speak to him of drowning, but actually just be quite wet

Cos' we are eating for none

I am
Most of the time perfectly happy
But occasionally am struck by a melancholy the details of which are often extremely dull
To write songs
Near and round yourself
Why not commission a picture of your own tits and put it on display in your mother's care home?

Cos' we are eating for none