Let Everything Slide, Go Along for the Ride

We all said we weren't going to the Marquee, but there we ended up... Moffat, Sorbet, Clay & Mo, unbeknownst to one another but we couldn't stay away, could we?

I said today would be a funeral, but I'm not sure if it was as easy as it should have been.

It's the year of the cock, which is good news for everyone, if you ask me.