Waiting for the gas man, he's probably walking as he doesn't seem to have a gas van, but that's just a guess.

Meters and metres and metric electrics everything's charged by the foot, I'd give 'em all a boot right up the jacksie for charging me over the odds.

Cooking bacon over a candle light and to be fair the bacon is crisp but it doesn't taste right, a bit waxy if you ask me.

It's Friday and I no longer care and again to be fair I don't really care when it's Monday.