Day 678, Up the Junction

Not quite as upbeat as Cool for Cats.

Not quite as miserable as Labelled with Love.

And including the unusual prenatal medical procedure of putting the mother in an incubator.

It's that delightful Squeeze song, Up the Junction.

I got a job with Stanley

He said I'd come in handy.

Telly.

Smelly.

Kissing.

Missing.

Hours.

Flowers.

Yes, every line a terse one with simple language and obvious rhymes.

It's all deliberate.

What, even the incubator?

Here's Stanley, literally being handy, in the role of a box of screwdrivers.*

* Ed - But, but, but, Stanley wasn't the one being handy. - Yes I know, it's deliberate.

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