Cliff Richards er á leiðinni til Íslands. Það leiðir óneitanlega hugann að snilldargrínþáttunum The Young Ones, þar sem Cliff var – tja, veigamikil persóna.
Rik – eða the People´s Poet – orti ljóð um kappann. Það heitir einfaldlega Cliff:
Oh, Cliff
Sometimes it must be difficult not to feel as if
You really are a Cliff
When fascists keep trying to push you over it
Are they the lemmings?
Or are you Cliff?
Or are you, Cliff?
Snilld!
Besta ljóð skálds alþýðunnar er samt hið angistarfulla kvæði táningsins:
oh god,
why
am I so much more sensitive than everybody else ?
why
do I feel things so much more acutely than them,
and understand so much more.
I bet I’m the first person who’s ever felt as rotten as this.
could it be
that I’m going to grow up
to be a great poet and thinker, and all those other wankers in my class are going to have to work in factories or go on the dole?
yes, I think it could.