Gibberish

This is a pile of gobbledigook from the land of barlow. Bar ram you, ponies in your nose. Fiddle me ree, fiddle me raw. Grandma where art thou? Pants to the monkey, gribble to the trimdiddle-e-dee, grimple and the rest. Pass the parcel parson and dont rush the grasscarn. Bib biddly bomb toes to the tiddly. Graph Graph Graph!!!!! Graph!!! graphifically I graffidle with the grafhalus, graphoid, graffodle. Pits of punk, pats of piddle, in the middle of the tiddle, was a griddle biddle. Bi Biddi bi bi said the bollock to the box, soil in your eye you most hanous pony of pony land. Piddle to you!!!! and Piddle to your family for you art indeed a most hanous and unworthy child of the apocalypse friend or no friend of mine you will succumb to the wrath of the pant-e-loon. The pant-e-loon that sites the most unbelieveable steel from the chimney of sheffield to the tree of the glade. From the dew of the lake to the sun of suffolk. I shalt not without furious envy beseech thy passat and look forward to thy volkswagen from desborough. Do do do dally do.... Do do do dally do.. whispered to frilly monk to the envious garden dwarf on ise lodge. A place where giants do dwell and skys fall from trees along waterfalls of glee. Pass pass or not to pass what is your price young villain of philly. Why I cant pay that ebay will not have it is is a beseechment upon thy country of eden and gravel. No i will see you down the M1 to the sea where the long boat does dwell and sail its mighty voyage the crew leaving their fair blonde loved ones behind on the shore to cry and look after the corn and baby with rubber glove laden hands and steel riveted chastity pants of doom. Well well my friend you have come a long way since the days of the knight and sword, of james bond and embankment bondage at the bank of the HSBC twang. To the left of the turnip, the right of the orange, well well, my friend, well well.

Andrew