I'm No Neil Peart #00001

"There I was stuck in another interminable jam on the M25. The strains of "Home by the Sea" were just starting. How I wish I were home by the sea now, instead of sitting behind N.Dentrsangle, W.Betz and E.Stobbart. E.Stobbart, now there is a name to conjure with, sounds like a Dickensian poet, or is that Poet of Dickens... I forget which side of the Medway I am on. Phil starts singing
'Creeping up the blind side, shinning up the wall...." for some strange reason I have visions of my dearest friend doing some bizarre mime to these lyrics... I must ask him if he remembers that next time I visit him in Prison. Poor Dave, how many people get prosecuted for copying the entire music section in the Edinburgh library system. Damn you Sony, Damn you EMI, Damn you Warners. Still Warners make good cartoons and without the wacky incidental music from the 1930's we would never had "La Villa"... poor Alex... wonder when his trail is coming up. Visions of Metallica playing "St Anger" in San Quentin prison pop into my brain, as quickly as that piece of juggernaut tyre flew up into the motor cyclists face 4 cars in front. Just as pass him sprawling on the floor I see a Pheasant squished on the floor; that's 3 pheasants and 2.5 foxes this morning alone, what is going on?....." (to be continued)