That loveable cheeky chappy, Sir Thomas Hicks, aka Tommy Steele, you know one of them luvvies that dress up and pretend to be someone else, sang back in 1967, with great gusto I believe whilst dancing round on twinkle toes FFS! "half a sixpence"in the film of the same name.
"Half a sixpence is better than half a penny,
Is better than half a farthing, is better than none".
Well ladies and gentlemen of the Hive, I am not about to burst into song and dance, but i will be bringing you my version
"Half a house,
is better than none"
A stroll around the cottage told me the obvious
"Yup it's fucked"
Guess the kitchen was good for al fresco cooking.....
.....and not much privacy when you are "dropping the kids off at the nursery", either.
But hell c'mon, the front door looks intact, it's worth a peak, surely?
Guess it's handy not being risk averse
"Reluctantly", he says with tongue firmly in cheek ignoring the spying bunny he proceeded into the only room with a roof; the only room that he could actually get into in all honesty.
Lots of family clothing just strewn about...
and some poor bugger, well fancy having a bad cough one end and bunged up at the other, i don't know whether to laugh or cry. bet he didn't either
Ma ei saa köhimist lõpetada
Ma vajan pask
MA VAJAN PASK.
I wonder if the release blew the fucking roof off.
Faded images of Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov, nestling next to kiddies comics.
AND THEN LIKE A FORCE 10 GALE IT HIT ME WHEN I TURNED AROUND TO LEAVE
A genuine vintage bottle of Russian white wine, awesome.
Oh yes I picked it up, examined it.
It was real.
How very charming.
Alas poor Yorrick, I knew him well.