I was musing on the monologue ‘Albert and the Lion’, as one does in idle moments (what are they? - Ed), and added a verse: ‘Young Albert did not like his breakfast, he hated dry toast and jam, he consented to days by the seaside, but wanted to ride on a tram.’ So there.
Right, a competition, worthy of the highest accolade, so that’s the level I’m aiming at,
Finish this - ‘There’s a town in the north that’s called Oslo, that’s noted for Nynorsk and schnapps, and Herr und Frau Humdinger, with one of their jungfrau’s nice chaps....’ (Erik Bloodaxe, if you must know).
In this issue, an apology, the wrong type of electricity, a monorail, Pullmans (...men?), Ezekiel’s inattention, postnuptial transport, décolletés?, if I fell... (John Lennon), OLCO…
