Jas, Whatever Tom Has Under His Trousers

What Is That Song They Are Singing Is It An Old Yorkshire Ditty You Know Like That 'on Ilkley Moor Bar T'at' " Ruby Said "nah It's A Football Song. It Goes 'we Hate Chelsea We Hate Chelsea We Are The Chelsea Haters.

He Has A Song In His Heart For Me. I Hope It Is Not "shut Uppa You Face, Whatsa Matta You.

I Will Not Have Him In My Brain;there Is No Room For Anyone Else In The Cakeshop Of Agony. It's Crowded Enough In There Already.

Dad Has Brought Me A Cup Of Tea In Bed This Morning! I Said, 'vati, Why Are You Waking Me Up In The Middle Of The Night? Are You On Fire?

He Came Over And Ruffled My Hair, Which Is Technically Assault. I Could Get On The Blower To Childline.