I was sitting in the back yard last night looking up at the sky.
In awe, I watched the waxing moon ride across the zenith of the heavens like an ambered chariot towards the ebony void of infinite space wherein the tethered belts of Jupiter and Mars hang, for ever festooned in their orbital majesty.
And as I looked at all this I thought... I must put a roof on this toilet.
The late, great Les Dawson.