Run here, my towhead grandchillen, and let this geezer dandle you upon his knee. While you still recognize me, you litte maniacs. You know the gong has tolled, it’s that time again. Now, let me set my old brain a-ruminatin’, ah, what upbuilding tale from days of yore shall I relate today?

“What’s all this shit about the Yardbirds?”

Ah, the Yardbirds. Yes indeedie, those were the days. 1965, and I were an impetuous young squirt, just fell in puppy love first time, she used to push my hand away and sniff/‘I’d like to but I don’t wanna turn into a tramp.” The girls were actually like that in those —

“Ah, cut the senile drool an’ get on with the fuckin’ archaeology or we gonna de-dandle off yer knee an’ go scratch up some action! Oldster7”