Brian Moore's head looks uncannily like London Planetarium. - Nigel Blackwell

I could put a tennis racket up against my face and pretend that I am Kendo Nagasaki.

She died with her telly on, 87 and confused,
With not enough hospital beds 'cos all the money’s been used,
On the end of the century party preparations,
And they reckon that the last thing she saw in her life,
Was Sting, singing on the roof of the Barbican.

The three men I admire most -- the father, son, and Mickie Most -- took the last train for the coast, and rendezvoused with Peter Glaze, to kill Don Maclean.