Thems were the times my mate
Way back in eighty eight
Just you and me, footloose and fancy free
We’d go wher’er we felt
No need to tighten belts
The two of us, no need to catch a bus
We had great times together
No matter what the weather
Always there, anytime, anywhere
But then I called it off
Said that I’d had enough
How I regret, selling my red Kadett
Boadicea's Chariot 
Clever. 🙂
OZ
Super! 🙂
Morning all
Wow, my efforts have been called many things in the past, nothing like this though 😳
Thank you. (and thanks to the likers too ;))
The muse has definitely got you, Soutie. (insert thumbs-up smiley thing)
Hee hee TR, there’s NINE of them plus 3 Roman ones (do they count?)
Where’s a mythology expert when you really need one? 😉
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muse
Soutie, g’morgen! Think of the Nine as the classical equivalent of Islam’s 24 virgins. Have faith and keep trying! 😉