Inspired by a a reverso thread, I want to know... what is it you like so much about the Hairy Ones?
When I was 9 years old, my teacher made me sit next to a boy called Jamie who was kind of naughty. He used to swap words in our hymns for other words that rhymed or otherwise fit. Sometimes it would make the song rude. Sometimes it would just mean he was singing his heart out to his dog instead of god.
It would make me giggle and I would think about him, even when I wasn't at school.
The day that I first heard Jamie belt out "to my dirty pants" instead of "to the elephants" in morning assembly, is the day I realised that I love the mischievous ones.
And yes, I married one. 🙊