Giovedì, 08 Aprile, 2004 | Posted by Uncle Jozef at 22:14

It was amazing. I could see it breaking up in front of me. Oh, dear, I thought...

What was it that I thought? ... Oh, yes, if I was to tell you how I knew it was not what was said, it was everything that wasn't said. There was:

no please

no sorry

no excuse me

no we

no I love you

no I love you too.

They were together because they believed the words to that song ... oh, for heaven's sake what is it called?

Wait, just let me find the tune on my pianoacordian.

It goes ... it goes ... "I ... I know ... I know a place ... I ... :

I know a place where we can go.
If you say yes I won't say no.
It's nice and sweet and noone cries.
A smog of love gets in your eyes.
The sun always shines in Happyland.
And they have no crime in Happyland.
More lesuire time in Happyland.
And everything rhymes in Happyland
Stores never close in Happyland.
Anything goes in Happyland.
And we keep it clean in Happyland.
You're part of the team in Happyland.

I think it's called Happyland.

It was obvious they belonged in Rhumbaland.