Network comm for The Land of Make Believe

Frank can't taste, but I can. I wish I could taste for him.

Bored.

Can you all see it? The cloud that looks kinda like a dragon?

'Cause I can.

[An accidental voice post at the most inopportune moment for our Dear Jayne when his knee presses the right buttons on his phone while he is merrily cleaning his beloved Vera - that is actually not an euphemism...]

[Sung with great gusto and volume]
The four and twentieth day of May, of all days of the year, sir,
A virgin lady, fresh and gay, did privately appear, sir.
Hard by a riverside got she, and did sing loud, the rather,
For she was sure she was secure, and had intent to bath her.

[There's a pause as he really gets swinging into the song]

With glittering glancing jealous eyes, she shyly looks about, sir,
To see if any lurking spies were hid to find her out, sir.
And being well resolved that none could see her nakedness, sir,
She pulled her robes off, one by one, and did herself undress, sir

[It's quite easy to tell he's enjoying where this song is going...]