Climb the misty moonlit mountain, Far off from the madding crowd. How much can you see - you countin'? Nowt, my head's stuck in a cloud.View the verdant valley's vista, Wend your way there, with your dog. Run across the daisied pasture... Can't, I'm knee-deep in a bog.
Sun streams searing southern Spain, Torremilinos, Barcelona... Tons of sun cream, quite a pain, Bet I get a melanoma.
Last updated: Mon, 18 Dec 2000.