Sing when you are winning …

Today I read in the paper that the prisons in Russia are running a nationwide competition. It is a song contest with a difference: the winner gets freedom; the runner up gets a HiFi.

I have been singing “Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now” all day in the hope that the Call Centre managers would catch on to the idea.

Thrush kept saying, “some body is in a good mood” over and over again.