Pure unadulterated pleasure
Not a single one
Glorious autumn (and winter and summer too)
What's the matter with the spring of our disconten...
A chance to say thank you
For me, a totally new kind of holiday
I don't even want to think of any
He made it
Nothing nothing at all
It sure beats sadness
My face aches if I smile too much
I'm happy, he's happy...
...no everyone is happy!
I met my favourite band
They make me happy
Not everything does
Being happy is really 'living' whatever your circu...
The alternative rots your soul.