Just a little wordplay playfulness.... Robert, or Bob as he preferred to be known Was enthralled in a daydream A world of his own Bob's daydream was to do with the fog Bob was out walking, walking his dog - It was so thick - not the dog The dog was quite bright The fog, the fog that night The fog was so thick Bob felt the fog He felt, it was the thickest foggiest fog he had ever seen And then he thought of cleaning it With a can of Mr Sheen Suddenly Bobs daydream was o

I had a friend, a friend called Bill I loved my friend, although he wasn’t real To him, to her, to them, to you Who just saw me, did not see two I met Bill when I was little To start with our friendship was fragile and brittle You see - I was confused - entitled to be When Bill had first told me that no one could see The two of us together - Ever! Anyhow I got over Bill’s shyness of people And we agreed to just talk in our head Until all around us were sleeping Then we’d talk

Clacton County High School. A typical day for me in 1982. Perhaps a Generation X thing. Perhaps still ongoing for the kids who operate differently. I just so didn't want to be there. I think the feeling was mutual. From the Lunatics & Space Age Watches collection. Daydream - They scream Sit now in the dock Teacher - Preacher Oversees the flock Daydream – They scream Snap back from the joy Teacher - Preacher Stupid little boy Daydream – They scream Everyone in shock Teacher -

Number 11 Hi kids — Here's a quick question Go and ask your mum Why is number eleven Not called onety-one? Go on then. Off you go. 'Lunatics & Space Age Watches' collection.