Pole Vaulting in the Dark

I dutifully set about attempting to attend the first orientation rock concert and consequently began to wish I'd heeded the advice Mum gave me when I flew the coup all those years ago (well - at least one): "... eat plenty of greens and carrots."

By the seventh pubic hair on the right-hand testicle of a scaly backward flying Peruvian broad bat, I sure wish I'd eaten a fair few of those carrots. Who turned out (or didn't turn on) all the outside lights? What with the construction work, steps, and metal posts (which terminate at an unfortunate height) I just managed to make it to the cafe with no damage. Mind you, enjoyed the evening. Aren't the Mangaweka's beaut!

But could somebody please find the light switches - I don't like being left out in the dark.

T. Sutherland