But first…
Dulltown, UK: Today’s existential angst is centred around the phrase – ‘award-winning’.
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‘No, no, puppa, puppa, ocean-ocean…’
‘Everything’s so low – you can grease too long…’
‘Peas!… Push that cushion!.’
‘I wake up every bun in the catholic years girl.’
‘I know it baby, I bake, I fry…’
‘Heavy rotation, cool paste, na-na-na-na, na!’
‘I’m alone in time, I am down in things, in things…’
‘Oh more rigour, baby I know your notebooks now…’
‘Is it low pinions or just a moan from the night?’
‘She got jim-jep eyes, she got his frame now…’
‘The rabbit is home in the tomorrow.’
‘Catch her eye, pass by – blue night…’
‘The spiralling night-time babe, wanna hold you in dreams.’
‘Nar-now, laughter panda, breath me a smile girl.’
‘A reason rearranged, a fender she comb home.’
‘And now you get me a pine lamprey…’
‘I look, I look, I look!’
‘Whoa, whoa, pup pup pup!’
‘Waterloo broad beard – ocean ocean…’
‘A feather for me, but just a newt for her.’
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Dave Whatt 
haha, I like the last line. I think misheard lyrics are always much better than the originals.
I love collecting them too – they are so easy!…
Oh yes, the existential angst of the use of the phrase “award winning.” Just who gives out these awards? Well, I have received a few in my life – “awards” that is…you know, ribbons for my work….. So, could it be that I could refer to one as the “award winning Baroness of Memphis?”
Dear A W B of M,
Gosh Dana, you’ve received a few awards! Well, I’m very impressed – me, I’ve never had a single one…
Listen, your highness, you do have to buy a ticket to win the lottery….perhaps that’s a poor analogy. ….because we’re always invited? Someday I’ll find that trunk with the ribbons and share them with you. I spent the honorariums, I’m sure – it’s expensive being a baroness!
I’m probably a deliberate loser…