I had a funeral on my mind about 7am last Tursday when they loaded me into an ambulace and carted me off to the Royal, but I'm back to carry on for a little while longer
I've given things a lot of thought this week, like I'm going to be nice to very one on Accy Web from now on, except one
No its not you Tory hatting Mancie
I've restated that I don't want burying, its the fire for me, and there has to be no black at my funeral
I want everyone to be happy not sad
my three songs would be Stairway to Heaven, Sunshine of your love, Cream, and the third the families choice
By the way my ashes are going to be scattered at Great Yarmouth, I love the place, its like Blackpool without the dirt