Richie is so wee that he almost can’t be seen, Eric is tall and skinny like a string of runner beans, Simon can’t walk properly he has trees instead of feet, and Alan’s nose was long and hooked like Jean-Luc’s long hooked beak, but I’m the perfect image of mankind made by god to remind him of of his son, my back is straight like a straight white line, golden apples issuesfrom the hole in my bum.
Les paroles, pourtant, les paroles : beaucoup de slang écossais, et puis ce rythme à nul autre anglais pareil. Pas faussaires : rien d’américain là-dedans sinon notre propre oreille. Mais eux, leurs mots (...)
