17th February 2013, 02:30 PM
'That will teach you to mock the works of Gilbert and Sullivan,' roared the incensed voice of Daffid Dill.
Moon Unit panicked, he remembered the occasion when he had once called W.S. Gilbert a total twat (and no more able to write a decent libretto than a packet of dried figs,) directly to Daffid's face.
The shed door was opening - so in a bold attempt at disguise Moon Unit leapt inside the pig and began making grunting noises . . .
Moon Unit panicked, he remembered the occasion when he had once called W.S. Gilbert a total twat (and no more able to write a decent libretto than a packet of dried figs,) directly to Daffid's face.
The shed door was opening - so in a bold attempt at disguise Moon Unit leapt inside the pig and began making grunting noises . . .