Angelic Upstart

Sunday morning. I'm English. I'm washing my car. From somewhere
above came the most exquisite singing. I looked up and saw a beautiful
Angel. She soared serenely, floated fantastically and swooped
sublimely. Then she crapped on my car and pissed off. I'd only just
waxed it. Happens every time.

? John Shepherd, June 2001