After a good few years livin' it up in Manchester, I was starting to get a bit too old for the rock n roll lifestyle of a city cat. My dad found me a new place to crash in the countryside with and old pal. It took a while, but I'm diggin' it now. Everything is a lot slower, the food is good and the chicks are niave. Not too keen on the mutt they call Bert, but I pretty much rule the roost. However, night lock-ins suck and what's this shit they call "kitty litter"?, bollocks I'll do it where I want to.