PR Bollox

[токамак]

It's Not Me, It's You - Lily Allen  from the lost in showbiz blog, guardian.co.uk

[Sergeant Pluck]

 

[clarion]

High on a mountain's highest ridge,
Where oft the stormy winter gale
Cuts like a scythe, while through the clouds
It sweeps from vale to vale'
Not five yards from the mountain-path,
This thorn you on your left espy;
And to the left, three yards beyond,
You see a little muddy pond
Of water, never dry,
I've measured it from side to side:
'Tis three feet long, and two feet wide. 

From The Thorn

[Dave]

Oh come on now, this:

"Now I lie here in the wet patch in the middle of the bed,
I'm feeling pretty damn hard done by, I've spent ages giving head"

is surely right up there with Shakespeare, Byron and Coleridge. Innit.

'Kinell, they compare her to Alan Bennett as well.

[clarion]

It's definitely up to Wordsworth's (low) standard.  The other bruvvaz I ain't sure abaht, innit.