Nothing for you to see here. This article is in the Humour category and was published or updated on 22 May 2007 Or is there. Ahhh the mystery, the mystery, who knows? Maybe no one knows. Maybe we're not meant to know. Maybe that's the way it's meant to be. We'll find out, one day, when we get there, maybe, who knows, as long as the toilets are clean, that's all that matters oh and a place to park so we can sit an have a picnic (after we arrive, on the train, and find somewhere to sit and have a picnic, in the car park, because everysoddingwhere else if full, chock-a-block with tourists, ah, but look, just there, 45th row, 32 space, there's an empty car-parking place, let's have our picnic there as it's obvious the beach is 'standing room only', anyway, that's what it's like, if you don't want to find out before you get there just what it's all about, so to all you '(put on weeeny voice) 'oh weeeee'l find out when we arrive' people, okay, close your eyes, close your mind, but there won't be ANY toilets so you won't be able 'to go' until you get back, ha, xyz, ha, you'll probably burst then, if not in the more watery way like a water bomb (oops terrorist terrorist alert), then in the more apposite way which is implied in conjuntion with the only well known phrase or saying involving and probably revolving a fan, but enough, enough.....(more)
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