frothing frightfully frothily

the door opens
a blur storms in
not alex, graeeeme, damon or the other one, trevor?
quick
panic
jump up
fall down
drop everything
pick up slacks
all phone calls have become superfluous
but that beavis away
what have i done?
what hasnt he done?
what might they do?
the bottom boggles
ive only got 12 minutes
until the big meltdown
does my hair look big in this
help me adjust my arse
ive done something mad
everything has gone mandarin shaped
i met a bus
the bus said maybe
i threw the bus
douse the place
kill all the insect life
especially the ones that bite under chins
drown the expressed horizontality
gas the masses
unveil the mail
quaff the toff
rant
rave
then maybe throw in a little carry on
open the grudge
ah sod this
the architects are making it too difficult