Lo! Thee hath a really annoyething and tiring day, long journeyeths with Roger and PR really getteth upon Thy nerves. And dogs and camels in the traffic to top-eth it all off. How art one supposedeth to test out Thy new WiseMobile if Thee canst get-eth a good run on the highethway?
And intervieweths that went-eth wrong with snot-nosed, pimply, dumb-bum, pasty-faced, arsehole, sniping bitch scribes!! PR pinchething Thy hairspray and hoggething the mirror, Roger refusing to drink-eth anymore of his Dextox-eth Diet Juice With Added Vitamins and Fibre, his arse so fat-eth now Thee canst nay see-eth the mirror even if PR wouldst thusly get-eth away from it!
Thee wert probably the most-eth grumpy Thee hath e'er been going on stage-eth. The second Thee hit the stage in the good old AHOY-ETH Arena - now even more atmospheric since Thee art there ... the sun came out and buggeredeth up Thy star displayeth! Thee wert truly stupendous with rage!!! Thee wert hot-eth to trot-eth. Thee felt Thy Godly Powers wert slipping away from Thee! The insipid audience wert nay inspiring either. "Behold!" Thee sayeth unto them, "Thou spectacular starry sky art ruined!" They look unto the heavens and completely ignoreth Thy acoustic spot!"
Curses!
PR - now e'er more full of pizzandwind .... still canst nay remember the bloody words. Thee actually hath to stop-eth playething, just to remindeth him to sing ... Thy hair standeth on end .... the multitudes ALL knoweth of the song and wert singing it with passion .... so, why doth he remain ... well ... forgettable ....
Great nights do-eth not happen unto order, in fact-eth, they do-eth not seem-eth to happen at all on this tour. Somehow-eth every road Thee choseth to go-eth down, turn-eth unto shit! Thee art totally over this tour and await word from Mother of the where-ethabouts of Freddie and John.
Only Thy Red Special turneth out to be-eth fulfilling, the sound take-eth Thee to Another World. Which art thusly what Thee need-eth! The further away from this stupid tour-eth the better. Thy guitar sang-eth unto Thee! It art just a bloody pity PR couldst nay thusly do-eth the same!
So. Ye canst surely thusly see-eth why I, Brian the Wise, art verily muchly upset-eth.
Thee must away-eth to wash Thine hair.
Much love-eth
Bri the Wi
Ye Tolerant God !!!