Ok, so after much bullying and pushing by D'manda, I have decided to update this blog. I was not in Her Royal Majesties Prison, nor was I knifed at Brixton, I've just been really really lazy.
I now have a sweet job with the Animal Health department and am based in Westminster, just near Big Ben - more to come on this one soon.
Given that this could be my last post, due to the global pandemic of misconceptions sweeping the media, or just because I am extremely slack, I've decided to pen an ode to the what really is a potentially serious situation......
A cough, a hack, a sneeze, ACHOO
Oink, oink said the pig, I’ve caught the flu
Should I go to work, it’s do or die
Yeah, right mate – and pigs might fly!
But he went to work, and the virus spread
It made heaps sick, and many more dead
His boss died too – and he thought he was a fakin’
I guess that’s the price for bringing home the bacon!
