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Sunday, February 21, 2010

Isn't this a strange conversation, for people who aren't crazy?

Browsing round Hannigan's Truss Boutique, with a mind to something for Mother's Day, I bump into Ken Barmy.

"Has he gone yet?" the bugger asks, knowing full well the answer.

"Not yet. Yours?"

"Nah. We're waiting for Jessie Norman to sing 'Hey Little Hen.'"


Some people are born optimistic.

8 comments:

Madame DeFarge said...

Or Mrs Mills 'I'm Mighty Glad'.

wendy house said...

If it helps, I can do a good impersonation of a fat ady singing. I've got the pillows on standby, just let me know when you need my input
w x

Robert Swipe said...

Ken Barmy?

I could have hem, anyday.

(And his army....)

;)

L.U.V. on ya,

Bob

p.s. wrod versificatoing: corie (sure that wasn't Ken BarLOW?)

Gadjo Dilo said...

Jessye Norman would sort them out: with her uniquely wide vocal range she'd just have to find the note which harmonised with Aldous' brainwave frequency, then sing very loud.

nursemyra said...

A Truss boutique? Oh my....

Pat said...

It's like a ghost hovering everywhere - even when he's not there.

Happy Frog and I said...

Now you have got me thinking about Chas and Dave and that's never good just before dinner!

Kevin Musgrove said...

Madame DeF: yes indeed!

Wendy: bless you lady!

Bob: you wouldn't want to, you don't know where he's been

Gadjo: perhaps we needs a couple of hundred bats singing "Agadoo"

nursemyra: every town should have one

Pat: an everlasting presence

Happy Frog and you: sorry!