Jarvis Cocker reads 'Digging' by Seamus Heaney 

Dorothy; pigtails and ruby slippers, she trims an emerald hedge with the Wizard's token clippers. Dorothy's farm and the perfect summer at its zenith; a welcome sublime; delightful birdsong with... a sporadic tinkle of wind-chime. Suddenly, the girl's clad with distress; points toward the yard and yells: "Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness!" By the barn door stands a young boy; ten and not much more. He says, ever so sweetly; almost in song: "Swisser Swatter! Swisser Swatter! Like the black between the stars; it doesn't matter!" Low and behold; it's Seamus Heaney; drowning little kittens in a bucket of water. He soon finds his temple in Dorothy's shade, her conscience hollow and eyes ablaze. She looks upon the fur afloat on the water, and says: "Little boy! Little boy! A poet should know better! And what's good for the goose is also good for the..." Oh, the horror! The horror! -Back From Oz by Conal Cochran

Same 😒

Shane Kennedy yeah, I know.. mad