From one really crappy song to another. And this one is out of tune too. She appears to have nicked someone's fireplace to stand on and it plods away in predictable Greek Cypriot fashion with less clue where it's going than a blind guide dog.
Poirot: Eet is not for me. Mon ami Hastings I think may like her. He likes very much the brunnette.
Kryten: My hoover sings better than her.
verdict: surely not if their song last year didn't get through...
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