A couple of days ago Simon Reid reminded me about Ivor Cutler. A cross between poet, songster, philosopher, and humourist, but always with a touch of surrealism.

Here we have 'Get Away From The Wall'.

When you have digested it, hear that it actually happened to me. Lingering on a Summer's afternoon, and taliking to someone, I rested on a wall.

The owner of the wall appeared quickly and told me it was his wall, and I had no right to sit on it. I could not say his accents were small; I would say they were brusque, perhaps discourteous.

I will not hurt your wall, I said, and left.