So dipsy took a breath, dreamily surveyed the whimpering crowd before her and lauched into another one; furiously entitled " I only do it because I'm not paid to" - which merrily then segued into "It's not difficult to be unoriginal".
The screams were increasing bar by bar and wobbly quaver by semi-quaver. Dipsy took this as a wondrous compliment and heartily took a large gulp from her flask of ginger goo. "For my final number" she breathily rasped into the microphone, simultaneously producing an audible quiver amongst those still left standing or crouching or cogniscent, "I plan to finish with my greatest alltime premier hit "Pass me a platitude".
At this - those of the audience that could still hear and have the capacity to understand the English language, heaved a tremendous, floor-shaking sigh of relief.
This awe-inspiring performance was still to reach it's climax!
Of course there were still those senseless few present that were unable to comprehend any of this, owing to the amount of blood and mucal tissue that had been forcibly relocated to their ears and eyes by the hellish cacophany streaming into their frontal and possibly also rear, sideways etc. lobes.
All in all Dipsy was more than giving her audience their money's worth.