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our latest blog on how to cope with anxiety now that lockdown restrictions are dollop of decibels from the emergency services, can only add insult to injury,
lifting. For anyone interested in accessing Laura’s counselling services, she offers especially at such hours in the morning.
concessionary rates to carers who state they are registered with Carer Support
Dorset I have never been a fan of parody. To my way of thinking, as a writer, if you need
to resort to parody, then you are scraping the bottom of the barrel. Having said
https://www.carersupportdorset.co.uk/news/coping-with-anxiety-after-lockdown/ that, I found myself mentally rewriting one of Simon and Garfunkel’s greatest hits.
The Sound of Sirens has an almost oriental twist and could be full of eastern
promise, for anyone with an inclination to have a go.
Eastern promise was something we noticed in abundance, when travelling in
Thailand a few years ago. Somehow, we got involved in a little folkie session
THANK YOU involving two Thai girls, who were very keen to sing songs for us, in their best
perceived English (most of which was probably learned by osmosis).
Bernice, Andy, Mark, Jane and family wish to say a big thank you to all our friends
and neighbours for your cards and lovely wishes for our sad loss of Cyril, and for all One of their songs was “Puff Magix
his friends from the sports club (or should I say his second home) for their Dlagon”, which went well, until they got to
wonderful friendship over the years. the word frolicked. That transposed into
florricked. The word rascal became lascal.
It sang as follows, “Puff Magix Dlagon,
rived by the sea, and florricked in the
Autumn mist in a rand corred Honory. Ritter
Jackie Paper, ruvved the lascal Puff and
blought him stlings and sealing wax, and
other fancy stuff”.
It was a stout effort and we rewarded
them with rapturous applause, as their
faces beamed from ear to ear. After that,
there was no stopping them, as they
launched into ten gleen bottles, followed
by gleen glow the lushes oh. Gleen glow gave the old song an almost radioactive
facelift.
These querky exchanges reminded me of the caricature of an eastern gentleman
who took a job in supplies, at a factory just outside London. On his first day at work,
he was nowhere to be found, until the foreman opened a cupboard door, at
which point, the new employee jumped out in front of him, uttering the immortal
word “supplies”.

All of this takes me back with fear and trepidation, to Simon and Garfunkel and
the Sound of Sirens. Other questionable songs up for grabs, from around the same
era, could be Isrand of Dleams by the Splingfields, Seven Dlunken Nights by the
Dubriners, or Felly Closs the Mersey, by Gelly and the Pacemakers. Just after that
could be Clocodire Lock by Erton John and then more recently Loobie, loobie
loobie by the Kaiser Chiefs, but enough of this sclaping the bottom of the ballel,
when we rive in what can onry be desclibed as vely selious times.
Paul J Openshaw May 2020

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