Reg stood by the mirror and peered in at himself, he didn't recognise who he saw, the image that peered back out at him didn't resemble who he thought he was and it shook him to his core.............because he thought, he, the man he recognises…

Reg stood by the mirror and peered in at himself, he didn't recognise who he saw, the image that peered back out at him didn't resemble who he thought he was and it shook him to his core.............because he thought, he, the man he recognises…

Reg is addicted to this new lady who has started to frequent down at the cellar she appears as if by magic late in the evening and then seems to disappear before Reg can get close.....

He's really must come down......................enoughs enough......isn't it?

Well Reg is a touch concerned about his new love Lorraine who has been missing for last two days and she's not answering his calls and his getting a little touchy about it ....a little insecure to be truthful........................ Who do…

Reg is still clean but he's getting doubt's.................

This was more of an experiment that somehow worked it's way into a song.

Junkyard version of the song the Beatles made famous written by Phil Medley and Bert Russell.

A bit of Gritter a bit of glam.

Without the waffle................