There is no such thing as bad weather; only inappropriate clothing!
Its diametrically opposed to the sanitised existence of the Lemmings around me in the Dilbert Cartoon hell I live in; its life at full volume, perfect colour with high resolution and 10,000 watts of amplification.
Many moons ago, I turned up at a large Auckland hotel and was turned away. This was before the days of cordura so I was in blue nylon, if a bit bug splattered...
These days I book before I arrive which seems to work...
Friends of mine, not bikers, arrived at an upmarket Auckland hostelry dressed for a hot drive (this was in the days pre universal aircon). They arrived at the reception desk in football shorts and t shirts to be told,
"The rubbish tins are round the back guys."
So it ain't only us...
And now for something completely different ...
ying tong ying tong iddy i po!
I find that there is no discrimination against me, since I am a ninja. I always seem to surprise people here and there! Ruck them!
I flind that if you sneak verry softwy, you catchy big monkee more easiry! Ruck you!
Actually kids find it amusing, people do double takes and I generally am very careful riding around Ruatoria and other such places where discrimination takes place!![]()
"I like to ride anyplace, anywhere, any time, any way!"![]()
This deserves more....
(Orchestral intro)
Tenor: There's a song that I recall
My mother sang to me.
Spriggs (off): Oh! (a sigh)
Tenor: She sang it as she tucked me in
When I was ninety-three.
(harp plays a rising chord...)
Spriggs: I diddle, I. Who was that bum?
Bluebottle + Spriggs:
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po,
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong (bluebottle drops behind)
Ying tong iddle I po
Spriggs: Keep lad up. Keep.
Bluebottle: Keep up lad up.
Both: Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Spriggs: lad
Both: Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po (lad)
Iddle I po (lad)
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong (Spriggs: iddle) (Bluebottle: ying tong)
Ying tong iddle I po
Ying tong ying tong iddle
Bluebottle (spoken):
Ying tong iddle I po!
(short raspberry, Secombe)
Both: Oh!
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Iddle I po!
(trumpet bit)
Bluebottle:
Ying. Ying tongy tongy.
Ying tong iddle I po.
Ying tong iddle I po.
(Secombe under this: What a lovely lovely boy!)
(or Secombe under this: What a lovely melody devine!)
Ying ying ying tongy tongy.
(Milligan: Get out the rifle, sir.)
(or Milligan: Get off the record.)
Yeeeng.
Ying tong ying tong d'gy-n'o.
Ying tong d'ga.
(Secombe: Get away.)
D'g d'g d'ga.
Ying tong iddle I po.
Seagoon:Hear that crazy rhythm
Driving me insane.
Strike your partner on the bonce (bonk?).
(thump)
Eccles: Ooh. I felt no pain.
(Seagoon screeches)
Seagoon, Bluebottle and Eccles:
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying...
(harp chord rises)
Soprano: Take me back to Vienna....
(Raspberry section, probably Milligan)
Bloodnok: Ohhhhh!
Eccles: Oh!
(harp chord)
Soprano: Take me back to Vienna, where the....
(crash!)
Seagoon, Spriggs and Bluebottle (far off):
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
(mad dash to foreground)
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
(Spriggs: where's he going lad?)
(BB: I don't know)
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Seagoon: LOOK OUT!
(cry from Bluebottle)
(mad dash to distance)
(hastily)
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
(dash to foreground)
Ying tong...
(whine of bomb dropping, explosion)
Double speed, but same tempo, Goons:
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Iddle I po.
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Iddle I po.
One: Ying! Tongy tongy tongy.
Yiddy diddy diddy da daaa. Ying diddy.
Ying tong diddle. Yiddada boo.
(rhythmic thigh slapping, raspberry)
All Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle
Ying tong iddle I po
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Iddle I po.
Eccles: Whoooooh!
discriminate against me? that'd be fun ...... i'm in a bad mood today anyway, be nice to have someone to make pay for it.![]()
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Grass wedges its way between the closest blocks of marble and it brings them down. This power of feeble life which can creep in anywhere is greater than that of the mighty behind their cannons....... - Honore de Balzac
And all this time I thought it twas I is ugly.Now I know it's cause I ride a murdersickle.Fuckem then I say.
Never too old to Rock n Roll.
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
I've got miserly tourettes and I don't give a fuck.
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