My New Job
Well, not an actual new job. This morning as I got ready for work my tics suggested a new area of employment through the medium of another ticced song. Here’s how it goes:
“I’m just laying AstroTurf in Richard Branson’s mind.
I’m laying lino in Daniel Day Lewis’s pelvis.
I’m putting down cork tiles in the Queen’s back room.
And I’m running a carpet round Swindon.”
For the record I’ve got no plans for a career change – not even to professional jingle writer.
Do you do kitchen floors? 🙂