So me an the missus is having a yarn whilst havin a smoke (an I've ad a couple 'o drinks) an she sez about livin on the moon with the man on the moon an his cheese. She says about the mice there that he feeds cheese to. I sez don't be silly, the moon would bloody stink (like VB et al) with all that mouse **** and there'd be no bloody cheese left cause they'd breed like mice and eat it all. Ahh she says that's why it is full of holes. Nah says I, that is why you get a blue moon, cause it is cheese and ratsack. No says she, ratsack is green. Feck her, i think the tart is correct, ratsack might be green.
