The world reserves its rewards for those who know how to work the system … shiny silver car porsche spider sits outside the gemini lounge.

Teddy boys, ravers, ban the bombers, mods and rockers on the beach.

Come out of the film ‘Exorcist’ sat in a room that’s how black magic we were. Burn in the crucible, torment of fire, fire of brimstone pray for your soul …

Step out of your fridge-a-dare, the jagged icicles like teeth of a frozen beast frame this barren tundra.

Telegrams, Queen Victoria, Charge of the Light Brigade, Lord Cardigan and the postage stamp penny black.

Oh what a girl, in this spirit world ectoplasmic mad whirl, levitating tables flickering lights and the ghosts go ohhh !
Morosite of the nation, state of mal de vivre, so tristesse hip la sinister twist.

Just a war of words a little bit of skullduggery, don’t take the poison chalice not even if she asks you to.
Solitary diners, pointless walks on the promenade, fortune tellers and phrenologists prepare to leave their abodes.

A thousand angers have kept me alive look at the table the electrics plugged in …