spat, witty wagtail! Now piawn to bishop’s forthe! Moove. There’s Mumblesome Wadding Murch cranking up to scratch bekicks of whatever passion- pallid nudity or plaguepurple nakedness may happen to recollect from the Ballymooney Bloodriddon Murther by Bluechin Blackdillain (authorways ‘Big Storey’), featuring: GLUGG (Mr Seumas McQuillad, hear the pianutunar beyant the bayondes in Combria sleepytalking to the tailturn horseshow, be- fore those in authority for the couple of hours too dimensional foi you, temporiser? Will you peddle in my forty winkers, that a gynecure was let on to say to you, qua you, prior to this, by a plain clothes priest W.P., situate at Nullnull, Medical Square, who, upon letting down