Celebration of Fish's Birthday

Archdruid: Do you remember chalk hearts melting on a playground wall?
All: Knock it off Eileen. Not that hammy old sell-out.

Archdruid: OK then. I'm a Market Square Hero, gathering the storms to troop.
All: You do that sort of stuff in Aylesbury, you'll have Bishop Alan to reckon with.


Archdruid: OK... So here I am once more, in the playground of the broken hearts...
All: Which is the normal consequence of being a large balding drunken Scotsman.


Archdruid: You're not taking this seriously, are you?
All:  Well, what's he done since "Clutching at Straws"? Leaving Marillion wasn't the greatest career move, was it?
Archdruid: Well, there's, er.. loads. Er..

All: You've not bought any of it have you?
Archdruid: Not as in bought it. Or listened to it. Or heard of it. But I'm sure it was very good, whatever he's made. And didn't he sing the Scottish National Anthem at Wembley in 1996?


All: Any other famous birthdays we can celebrate?
Archdruid: Oliver Cromwell? We could re-instate some of his ideas?

All: The fool escaped from paradise will look over his shoulder and cry
Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer why?
As you grow up and leave the playground
Where you kissed your prince and found your frog
Remember the jester that showed you tears, the script for tears.


Happy Birthday, Derek Dick.