Little In The Way Of Sunshine

Well, as you've probably gathered, the supposed "drought" has come to an end in fairly epic fashion. It really has been a dismal day outside.

Luckily, I've had a roast beef sandwich with Applewood and mustard to keep me happy. If only that poetic genius Nigel Blackwell, the driving force behind Half Man Half Biscuit, had one to cheer him up in this weather as well:


I know the drivers by their first names
It's said they've got me photo in the staff canteen
I've got a wallchart with all their foibles
Tony drives the forty-one, no vinegar, just salt

I was Mr Wet Underpants in '89
A title won by accident more than design
And I'll tell you stuff for nothing
I'll tell you it for free
Shawshank Redemption, five quid, HMV

And there's little in the way of sunshine heading our way
I'm standing forward of the notice, and it all looks decidedly grey

I had a dream on the fourth of August
Duff Leg Bryn got on the one-one-three
A Weimaraner has had me Shorthorn
Me go Leominster, eat dog's heart

If you look carefully in the background of The Scream
The couple on the bridge are both Robson Green
My happy-go-lucky affectation conceals
Extraordinary fires, but it still kind of feels

There's little in the way of sunshine heading our way
Whilst the vehicle's in motion, the driver's got nothing to say

I got lost in Newfoundland
I've got an in-store at Poundland
I've used all my powdered Peruvian bark
I woke up this morning but I'm still in the dark
With little in the way of sunshine
Nothing in the way of moonshine
Little in the way of sunshine heading our way...