Too right. But they did sound sort of like that, didn't they? I mean, I didn't read the real ones, except sometimes the blokes in the common room would read them aloud so we could all have a laugh. And he was always throwing little bits in that were supposed to sound like poetry. Like that last one he wrote: 'wave after wave of blue as if there's nothing you can do'. I mean it rhymes and everything! Mad.

His brother read poetry too, didn't he? Maybe that's the first sign of insanity. Parkinson would know, she writes verses. Reckon she'll go crackers too?