“Oh” KEF, you know how to insult an old reprobate, Gent, been called many things with the accompaniment of “Sir” well they had to call me that though probably spelt it as Cur in their heads but GENT?? Still it is nice to know we weave “That old black magic” putting you “In the mood” as David and I “Try a little tenderness” with I must say “Amazing grace” sending you “Over the rainbow” were knowing our luck we would land in the pig pen of “Old MacDonald's farm”? You would be ensconced in a feather bed playing with your “String of pearls” whilst David and I would have a “Blanket on the ground” as we “Roll out the barrel” and with a “Little brown jug” quaff ale until the “Sunrise serenade” ? I would dream of my “Lily Marlene” probably still standing under the lamp by the barrack gate in Bridgend, the Fred and Ginger of the Bridgend dance hall, “err” well she had dark lustrous hair and I was Frank, who disapeared on the “Chattanooga Choo Choo” to the dark reaches of Hampshire, Hoping she would “Not go under the apple tree” while I was away. With a wave and chorus of “Goodnight sweetheart” we would bow to the audience who thought “Babes in the wood” would be a lovely Christmas theme Park by Llewellyn Bowen and not a right old Pantomime as they threw their LIDL vegetables at us and we kept bowing hoping a turkey would follow so we could have a good Christmas lunch, “Look out he is behind you”???
David Lily, Today as I get stuck in cleaning for my Cleaning Lady coming I listen to Nana Mouskouri singing and "White Rose of Athens" brings back memory of seeing her (she must have been around fourteen) singing in a Cypriot night club. I was taken with her voice then and still am. We had been up in the mountains, finished the job as needed and letting our hair down before getting on the boat for Malta. It was goodbye to my Hungarian dance partner and move on as we did in the forces though every place is a song in my head.
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“Oh” KEF, you know how to insult an old reprobate, Gent, been called many things with the accompaniment of “Sir” well they had to call me that though probably spelt it as Cur in their heads but GENT?? Still it is nice to know we weave “That old black magic” putting you “In the mood” as David and I “Try a little tenderness” with I must say “Amazing grace” sending you “Over the rainbow” were knowing our luck we would land in the pig pen of “Old MacDonald's farm”? You would be ensconced in a feather bed playing with your “String of pearls” whilst David and I would have a “Blanket on the ground” as we “Roll out the barrel” and with a “Little brown jug” quaff ale until the “Sunrise serenade” ? I would dream of my “Lily Marlene” probably still standing under the lamp by the barrack gate in Bridgend, the Fred and Ginger of the Bridgend dance hall, “err” well she had dark lustrous hair and I was Frank, who disapeared on the “Chattanooga Choo Choo” to the dark reaches of Hampshire, Hoping she would “Not go under the apple tree” while I was away. With a wave and chorus of “Goodnight sweetheart” we would bow to the audience who thought “Babes in the wood” would be a lovely Christmas theme Park by Llewellyn Bowen and not a right old Pantomime as they threw their LIDL vegetables at us and we kept bowing hoping a turkey would follow so we could have a good Christmas lunch, “Look out he is behind you”???
Frank.
Yes, he is such a sweetie.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OV5_LQArLa0
I'm reminded about this great song as it was one of the dance numbers in tonight's Strictly: www.youtube.com/watch?v=jHS8LAqHyHs
Thanks Edd. Can't say I like the song, but the festival footage is great.
When you don't even know who's in the team
S.Yorkshire/Derbyshire border
One of my feel good songs: www.youtube.com/watch?v=OMOGaugKpzs
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bRzKjHKGk
David Lily, Today as I get stuck in cleaning for my Cleaning Lady coming I listen to Nana Mouskouri singing and "White Rose of Athens" brings back memory of seeing her (she must have been around fourteen) singing in a Cypriot night club. I was taken with her voice then and still am. We had been up in the mountains, finished the job as needed and letting our hair down before getting on the boat for Malta. It was goodbye to my Hungarian dance partner and move on as we did in the forces though every place is a song in my head.
Frank.
Before my time, Frank, but glad you enjoyed.
This is from when I was footloose
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6oKUTOLSeMM