Ready steady pot!

Fish it and dangle mongoose droppings from a Christmas tree.

I hate Xmas, its too much like good fun. Although I enjoy moaning about the morning papers and plastering my copy of the spectator to the tune of "charge of the light brigade" which isn't even a song. However, several intellectual persona think that Oppenheimer's roly poly cake was a piece of curtain engineering.

I done myself a mischief.