It was the mating season.
During the mating season a Flying Scot is infested with coloured mushrooms. Blooming around the snatch.
We cracked crackers and got pasted. Ate Johnny cakes. Had a chinwag about the New Puritans.
The New Puritans had high grip quota and the whole country was post cream.
The villagers were dancing around pre-fabs.
Never Mind the Beasts 