IT'S ALL GOOD.

Great shows last week kid. Word is just filtering out that the great Tuesday show caused great consternation in the NASA control centre.
After working for ten years, at a cost of 25 trillion dollars, NASA were just about to launch top secret, red diesel fueled rocket, "Uncle Sam" towards Pluto if Goofy wasn't in. Hank Weinsteiner sat with his hand over the control panel as the countdown continued. SEVEN. SIX. FIVE. THEN!!! due to a freak wormhole in the ether, the voice of Mr Coyle came over loud and clear. "STALL THE WEDDIN!" Hank brought his hand down hard on the abort button and the "Uncle Sam" rocket exploded in a cloud of smoke and a shower of sparks. Veteran Hank Weinsteiner looked at rookie, Burt Brick Outhouse and growled, "If it wasn't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at tall."
"SIR!, yes Sir!" yelled rookie captain Burt Brick Outhouse.
Tommy my cat clasped the hand of Spike our local burglar and softly sang,
"Steal away, Steal away.
No reason left to stay.
Burgle a house, quiet as a mouse.
And then, Spike, steal away."
I decided to teach Tommy a lesson, so I ran out and stole a driving instructor's car.
"MSM" I yelled. "Mirror, signal manoeuvre!" Tommy looked into the rear-view mirror, stuck two fingers up to me and ran straight into a wall.
But it was all good. That's the new buzz phrase now--"It's all good!"
When things go as wrong as things can go, a politician comes on TV and tells the people, "It's all good!" The police when they came, sixteen days later, were Pink Floyd fans and believed Tommy when he said, "All and all it's just another brick in the wall."
"Careful with that axe Eugene," I whispered to Eugene Massacre our new, trainee, madaxe man.
Then, home for honey, treacle, cod liver oil, Lyle's golden syrup and a hard boiled egg to protect the carpet from a Tsunami!!!