To be sung - It's spring time, for... Hitler. No, It's springtime for war...colour bombs that is! Fashion is a little fun especially when one splashes out in bolds and beautifuls. Thankyou gay fashion god! The sea of black and browns and that awful burgandy was starting to bum me out. All those autumn/winter colours get really blerk after a while, just like a heavy night of booze hounding! Yuk! (When did I last eat peas?).