Hobnobs and Rugby Songs..

I have had a fairly eventful day, one way and another. After my successful attempt last week to make marmalade from our grapefruit, oranges and lemons, another bout of yummy food making has come upon me (must have something to do with Christmas/ Summer Solstice).  So today I made Chocolate Hobnobs and a Banana Loaf. I was going to make Lemon Curd from a River Cottage recipe but ran out of puff. Maybe tomorrow.

I was also looking forward to making some bunting from a huge pile of old National Geographic maps that Tude got from the last Heart Foundation book sale, but I think I might just do a little prep work and cut a few out. I absolutely love bunting and there is some really pretty stuff about now it is  fashionable.

I was sure this morning when I started the making of the Hobnobs that I had all the ingredients but this turned out to be untrue. In fact I did have them all, just not enough. So me and the constant dog set off on a expedition to the shops.

All was well as we hauled our purchases on the way home. Dog was happy, I was happy, the sun was shining and nothing had come along to blight our day.  The only small annoyance I felt was that the song that had been repeating itself over and over again in my brain for the last week or two was playing again.

You must know what I mean. Some insidious bit of a tune, usually of something you can’t stand, creeps in and makes itself at home for awhile, and you find yourself whistling scraps of it every now and again. This is what happened to me today.

Anyhow, I was passing a group of people leaving the weekly clothing and bric-a-brack sale at St Mary’s  and I must have been far away in mind, head in the clouds, when the rogue tune decided to make a break for it and I found myself singing – out loud mind- The Hairs On Her Dickey Dido Hung Down To Her Knees!!!! – can you believe it!! I didn’t even realise that I was singing until I got to the knees part and then I stopped, horrified.

Now don’t go thinking that I, or anyone I know, go around singing rude songs (not much anyway ;-)).  In fact that is the most interesting thing – I haven’t heard any of those songs for around thirty years ago – since my teens. They were the sort of songs that the good Catholic boys that were part of my group of friends,  just had to know (I’m not sure, learning them may have been compulsory at St Pat’s).  And so I  picked them up by osmosis I guess.  Anyhow they are coming back to haunt me.

Apparently this video has been around for awhile, I just love it..

Hope you’re having a good one 🙂


3 thoughts on “Hobnobs and Rugby Songs..

  1. i know what you mean, i was given a company phone while i was on a site job, someone put a ring tone on it that was a very camp american voice with a slite tune to it ,it said ” hay look at me i’m watching gay porn” to my horror it went of in the canteen, then for THREE DAYS that rattled around my head wanting to escape……

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