My mum and I generally have a peaceful relationship, but out of nowhere this evening I started a series of tics about fighting her.
It was spilling out of my mouth much faster than Leftwing Idiot could write, so most of it got lost. He did manage to capture this stanza:
“I’ll fight my mum in Spandex,
I’ll fight my mum in Rome,
I’ll fight my mum in Hampstead Heath,
And in Kwik Fit on Roman Road.”