Excerpts from the Queeble Online Scribe And Spake Freely Board:

Roger the Divine hath put on some weight in the last 12 months. Shit happeneths.

He wert verily bloated liketh a toad fish. He looketh like shit!

Art this why there wert no press photos before-eth the tour?

Let us hope-eth and pray that He manages much begatting to regain-eth His trimness.

Willing wenches cometh unto the fore!

And whoforeart art His barber? He shouldst thusly be-eth crucified!

Q: What art Paul-eth Rodgers doing when Roger the Divine and Brian the Wise art singing?

A: He doth thusly playeth Nintendo DS in the wings...he hath pictochat!

Nay, Nay...He art reading the lyrics for-eth the next song!

Yeah babyeth!

The sound wert verily dodgy!

Nay, it wert goodly...clean-eth out thine earwax!

Bollocks unto thou - jerkoff!

They art past it! Roger the divine looketh like a giant beetroot about to explode-eth!

Thou knoweth not what thou spaketh of! He wert just counting the beat and spakething unto Himself, Lo! He always do-eth this!

Behold! Thee couldst thusly see nowt but for a poodle head! Thee wert right up the back, next to the fat guy.

Didst thou get the cheap tickets?

Yea! Thee thusly only haveth to sell thy grandmother.

Oh-eth! Thee hath to thusly sell thy brethen AND thy grandmother!

Sucker-eths! Thee won thy tickets in the chook raffle! Ha-eth Ha-eth!