The quality of Mersey is never strained
The quality of Mersey is never strained
The ‘lift’ that keeps on living?
I found myfelf in a Hofpital elevator yefterday afternoon manufactured by a company named ‘Fchindler’. If YOU can’t calculate the hideouf irony of ‘Fchindlers’ Liftf,’ then look away NOW, and take your fpeech impediment with you; fo, let uf inftead raife a glaff to the interminable Bard, “William Fhakefpeare,” af he fhareth my birthday – at leaft!
We all love his Bottom, don’t we? If only in private.
P.F. Don’t blame me, that’f how they wrote the letter ‘s’ in them dark dayf!
Whilft in faid lift (that’s more than enough reverting to Shakespearean FF-ing and blinding Ed.) through the inescapable muzac came a song I had not thought about for the decades now since it was released, namely, and this gibberish is phonetically written here, ‘do whack, oh do whack oh do whack oh do whack a day’ by Gilbert O’Sullivan I seem to recall.
Not sure what the good denizens of Liverpool, Merseyside and the Wirral will think of this flagrant instruction to ‘DO’ one of their ilk on a daily basis! However, it could possibly have an even more sinister interpretation, if one construes ‘whack’ in the ‘gangsta’ sense…………..
