Not Forgotten: Short but sweet, Only the good die young, So how did he manage to blag it? I dreamt that it was all a cunning joke, and I know that if only it was, he would have pulled it off, I imagine that he's re-incarnated as a dormouse,in some otherworldly part of the ether, snuggled in the folds of Hatty Jaques bosom, nibbling some fine Gruyere, he's got pounds of it 'round the back!
