I never quite understood the derivation of the nickname "The Brush" for our dear friend Mr Lewis. Something to do with his fine head of ginger hair, I think. Ah, more faded memories!
Anyway here is a little ditty recalling something of a "Toad of Toad Hall" moment that happened one day when Paul was out buzzing around the lanes of Shropshire in his faithful old Metro - "Poop, poop!"
The Demise of D-JOY
Tootling through Newport, all seemed ok,
When suddenly horror Transit ahoy!
Crumpling collision, oh what dismay,
Could this be the end of our old friend D-JOY?
