Shout, Shout, Let It All Out

My boss told me a secret today, a cracker, no-one else knows but I need to as there'll be jiggery pokery going on that Super-assistant needs to be involved with. I got so excited about it I had to go out for a walk in Inverleith Park because I was bursting.

I had to get out of the building because I was scared that if any of my gang looked at me I'd involuntarily scream some key word out Tourettes stylie. It's a genuine risk at the best of times.

A yomp about the park in the fresh air restored rational behaviour, as is so often the way. Good how that happens eh?






Shout, Tears For Fears, 1985