dunno why the title of this thread reminds me of part of a song from my yoof….
There’s bats in the belfry
The windows are jammed
The toilets ain’t healthy
And he don’T give a damn
He just chuckles and smiles
And laughs like a madman
A born again Rachman
Here comes Sheriff Fatman
With his valium, amphetamines
His sick notes and his phoney prescriptions
And just when yo thought it was safe
To go back in the kitchen, dead legs and cracked heads
Bunk-beds and breakfasts
Wake up you sleepy headcases…check this…