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Slurry with the whinge on top. The zephr is from the north-so is odour of pigs. Well actually slurry. AS those deathless lyrics in a great (Western) Borders Musical had it:When we hit that road, hell fer leather, Cats and dogs'll dance in the heather, Birds and frogs'll sing all together and the toads will hop! The wind'll whistle as we rattle along, The cows'll moo in the clover, Whiteadder ripple out a whispered song, And whisper it over and over: “Will that smell go on for ever go on forever and never stop?Surely it won’t never stop? In that shiny, little surrey with the fringe on the top! “I can see the stars gettin' blurry, 'cos my eyes are watering, my eyes are smartingMy runny nose is really hartin’Mud on the Road, Mud on the wheelsLife in the country is down at...

Getting a Lung full'Ah! You can tell you are in the country'The lady from the south,said.Looking at the wide fields, the gaunt trees,Spring released cows, nary a housein sight.'How astute'I thoughtFlinging open the door, she gulpedlush lungfulls of rural air,greedily, as if there was notomorrow. Choking, gasping, spluttering,racking, near vomiting.'How Stupid'I thought'There's something to be saidfor traffic fumes' Shegasped. Still snuffling.Failing to make that neat transitionFrom Stockbroking SurreyTo Muck raking Slurry(From " Country Air-An occasional collection for Wet Sundays" Attrib: Prof Pink...