F is fer Wroy-daayee (64)

August 19, 2011

Well it’s been a while and I’ve been tempted, but some hotels don’t make Internet connections easy.

We’re now in The Arlington Hotel on the banks of Dublin’s Liffey River having just attended ‘A Titter of Wit‘ put on by Whirligig Theatre Company and performed in the Writer’s Centre.

The final ‘act’ in the journey was ‘Have a Nice Day‘ by Spike Milligan. What better for a Wryday?

‘Help, help,’ said a man, ‘I’m drowning.’
‘Hang on,’ said a man from the shore.
‘Help, help,’ said the man, ‘I’m not clowning.’
‘Yes, I know, I heard you before.
Be patient dear man who is drowning,
You see, I’ve got a disease.
I’m waiting for a Doctor J. Browning.
So do be patient please.’

‘How long,’ said the man who was drowning,
‘Will it take for the Doc to arrive?’
‘Not very long,’ said the man with the disease,
‘Till then try staying alive.’
‘Very well,’ said the man who was drowning,
‘I’ll try and stay afloat
By reciting the poems of Browning
And other things he wrote.’

‘Help, help,’ said the man with the disease,
‘I suddenly feel quite ill.’
‘Keep calm’ said the man who was drowning,
‘Breathe deeply and lie quite still.’
‘Oh dear,’ said the man with the awful disease,
‘I think I’m going to die.’
‘Farewell,’ said the man who was drowning.
Said the man with the disease, ‘Goodbye.’

So the man who was drowning, drownded
And the man with the disease passed away.
But apart from that, and a fire in my flat,
It’s been a very nice day.