Tuesday, June 23, 2009

There Goes Ryman Pieman

Myself: Yesterday it was my birthday
I hung one more year on the line
I should be depressed
My life's a mess
But I'm having a good time.

Prodnose: So it was! A belated Happy Birthday amigo.

Myself: Maybe I'm laughing my way to disaster
Maybe my race has been run
Maybe I'm blind to the fate of mankind
But what can be done?

Prodnose: Repeat and fade?

Myself: Repeat and fade? Why not? A forbidding, fatalistic philosophy but not without consolation.

The entire company (repeating and fading): Have a good time
Have a good time
Have a good time
Have a good time

...........

The Ginger Geezer (unconvinced in spite of our protestations): Are you having a good time? I sure am. Do you like soul music?

Myself: No

Ginger Geezer: Well, do the trouser press, baby! One, two three!

Myself: Trouser press fever!
Prodnose: Whooh! Whooh!

Myself: Trouser press fever!
Prodnose: Whooh! Whooh!

Myself: Trouser press fever!
Prodnose: Whooh! Whooh!

Myself: Trouser press fever!
Prodnose: Whooh! Whooh!

Myself: Trouser press fever!
Prodnose: Whooh! Whooh!

Myself (normal service having been resumed): The programme you have been listening to is a one-act play in eight parts by G. G. Dunnett for eighteen albatrosses and reservoir. The part of Old Bill was played by a frying pan. The other part of Old Bill was played by Sir Rupert Carpet who found a pair of swimming trunks on his head and was surprised... fades out without repetition.....
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