I HAD a yearning to be
right at the front. Defying the crushing
mass of the crowd for the opportunity to
gaze into the mouth of Noddy Holder.
my eyes could extend out like a little
pair of marbles on the ends of stalks to
reach deep down inside, past the
yellowing teeth, the fetid tongue, the
tonsil scars, way down yonder to examine
just where that coarse Yodel comes from.
definitely something lodged in the body
of Noddy Holder that could be removed
after his death (although some would
prefer it done sooner) and exhibited in
the Authorised Medical Personnel Only
section of some pioneering research
one December day, it would send shivers
of terror streaking through the veins of
young medics by bawling from its glass
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