Nobby the Northern Dinosaur
Charity Begins At Home
Hello! You all right? Nobby the Northern Dinosaur here.
Robin Hood, Robin Hood.
Riding through the Glen.
Robin Hood, Robin Hood.
With his Band of Men.
Feared by the Bad.
Loved by the Good.
Robin Hood.
Robin Hood.
Robin Hood.
Your Mind just goes off sometimes in Out Patients. Tali Ban, Robin Hood. You can't tell me the Fucking World wasn't better Then. Everybody White with a proper Shave, except the Sheriff of Nottingham, who may have been fucking Jewish, now I turn my Mind to it.
Bows and Arrows and fucking Whole Roasting Pigs in the Forest, birds with Tits Wobbling Almost Out Of Their Frocks. Those Were The Days My Friend, We Thought They'd Never End, But They Did. Then it were all Fireball XL5 and Black Boys Dancing.
Consultant keeping what he says is a Watchful Eye on the so-called Cancer in my Arse. The Good News is - off the Nappies for now and Diminished Swearing in Recession, which is a Relief as I found that to be a Right Cunt.
I'm not looking that Forward to Christmas and the Like. I was going somewhere, but that's all Fallen Through. New Year is friendlier, I always think. Everybody Pissed and who cares who You are? What Colour your Fucking Skin is? What Religion, or Creed as the Gay People say, but then the Coloureds come along and Spoil Things.
I might Review Things for New Year, as Lads have hired Minibus but Just My Luck all the Seats have Gone. Where was I?
Wigan, you say? 1950s. Dentists kept in their Fucking Place. All flat - Beers, Caps, Guts. When Music Were Music. On The Sunny Side Of The Street. Surrey With A Fucking Fringe On Top. Musicals, for fuck's Sake. Music for Vegetarians and Church Arseholes more like, or the Osama Lot.
Not much Daylight this time of Year. Still, Charity begins at Home, I might risk a Quick One off the Wrist.
Alzheimers is more a State of Mind, than Anything Else, they say. I say...You can only Remember So Much.
I hope that's been of some help. Cheerio!
