after i sold the baby my parents slung me out..they were forever shamed in the village.....as i skidded on to the cobbles i was greeted by an angry mob of muscle bound...tattooed..bearded,women from the local whist drive.. wielding broken brown ale bottles in my face.....i had to retreat to the caves for a year or so ...it took that long for my hair to grow back in.. and to scrub the tar off....and those little feathers are a bugger to remove....anyhow i surfaced from the caves my stint as an exclusive reclusive over....time to head back down south ...find neil take back my crown as official groupie...i did get word by carrier pigeon that he had fallen on hard times...was making do with iron maiden reject groupies....so i tracked him down to the bound up arms pub in soho...there he was a shadow of his formerself....well in a shadow actualy of the big heffa goth chick called bertha...she was busy cracking walnuts in her thighs...whilste holding two hells angels in a headlock....i tapped him on the shoulder and he turned round....all forlorn like...then the biggest smile spread across his face.....GYPSY!!!...you've come back....yes neil i said i come to resume my place as your official groupie....i grabbed his hand and said ..quick lets go before bertha sees me.....so we ran out in to the night ...happy to be back together...we heard the next day that bertha had been arrested for the murder of the two hells angels...they died of asphyxiation they had been held in her armpits for to long.....tut tut....