Not the best thing I’ve written, but hey, it’s 23.15 at night! Thought I’d do a little audioboo too, it’s a little whispery and creepy but Mossters are sleeping nearby!!
The suit is dry cleaned, the shirt is pressed.
The tie is chosen, shoes are looking their best.
Taxi is booked, train times known,
Route to the venue, and last train home.
The flutter of nerves, of meeting folks new.
Remembering names, “I’m Kip, who are you?”
The army of Mums, the smatter of Dads.
London, I’m in you, lets do this, The MADs!