Oh, hello. I am the ghost of Troubled Joe, hung by his pretty white neck some eighteen months ago.

I travelled to a mystical time zone and I missed my bed and I soon came home.

They said: "There's too much caffeine in your bloodstream and a lack of real spice in your life".

I said: "Leave me alone, because I'm alright, dad. Surprised to still be on my own..."

Oh, but don't mention love, I'd hate the strain of the pain again.