i looove you.. you are my BINT!

somewhere in the non wilds of south western engerland
we zipped along in her small car
probably from salisbury plain
heading towards bath? bristol? bielefeld?
on occasions like this
(and any other give half a chance)
despite pleas, threats and finally, resignation
she loved to 'sing' aloud
and loud
even if not allowed
she was notoriously tone deaf
if contagiously gleeful
but
as it was her car
she got to choose the music
and was belting out one horrorshow
after another
well they werent EXCLUSIVELY horrors
occasionally one would fall into my tasty taste bracket
one such album was a pet shop boys jobbie
and as she squawked and wailed her way through the tracks
this one track caught my groove train
the chorus just happened feature one of my fave blighty slang words

so
and most likely for the one time only
i too joined in the horrific tuneless mauling of a passable ditty
as i hollered along with
I LOOOOOOVE YOU, YOU ARE MY BINT

heres looking up yours, my nutter queen.