I eventually hauled my sun-kissed furry ass
off the sun-soaked golden sandy mattress,
strolling away from my paradise resting place
I wombled along freely to leave no trace.
Meeting the Neighbours and Angry
Leaving the beach, I took one last look before heading into town. The first road I reached was Ramsay Street. And there was a wedding going on.
As I walked along minding my own business a resident who introduced himself as Harold said they needed somebody to dull the day somewhat, as it was too bright and sunny.
I said that I’d be happy to oblige.
Grey in the Neighbours Wedding
So I joined the wedding, and added a nice little touch of dullness to balance the light. Everybody said I did a good job, and the married couple, Charlene and Scott, invited me for drinks afterwards.
I suddenly got talking to a bloke with a rose tattoo there. He’d suddenly burst into song at the wedding. He suddenly introduced himself as Angry. I asked why he was called that, and he said that people suddenly started saying he had no mind when he got tattoos.