On my recent trip into the distant past, I reacquainted myself with Reasons to be Cheerful, part 3 *. It resurrected fond teenage memories of dubious eye make-up, cheap strong cider, puffing on the sly and being grateful to have survived the Mosh pit on a Saturday night with only minimal bruising. Obviously an altogether different proposition from that which I am currently experiencing. For those who have no idea what I am talking about or whose minds are permanently addled by excessive application of the above, here is a little reminder...
*Song considered explicit (not sure by whom), but probably only actually offensive if Cockney Rhyming Slang or similar happens to be your first language. Original Lyrics.
My recent personal circumstances have led to being regularly told to 'Count my Blessings' by an assortment of random individuals who generally have no idea.... about anything apparently (I must add that I have had any number of very supportive comments in which the phrase 'Buck up' did not figure). I have finally succumbed to their suggestion, if only to be able to proffer something whilst swiftly telling them to sod off. As 'Counting one's Blessings' seems to be a serious business, I am endeavouring to find 'Reasons to be Cheerful', a more frivolous and sunnier proposition altogether. If I factor in my almost pathological aversion to lists I kill two birds with one stone rather effectively. Result! This is my personal post-traumatic version of a classic, the creation of which has merely underlined the current level of vacuousness between my ears. Apologies in advance for some questionable rhymes. I only hope Ian Dury is not turning in his grave.
Why don't you get back into bed. (x 8)
Reasons to be Cheerful part 3,
1 2 3
A new day dawning, birdsong in the morning,
No more bloody snoring and cats,
Focussing on Karma, Barack Obama,
A bit of how's your father, bobble hats,
Django and Graffelli, Maclaine, Monroe, Minelli,
Picking up a penny, a well cut sleeve,
Messing on the water, my beautiful daughter,
Not doing what I oughta, Christmas Eve.
Wasting time on Twitter, no longer feeling bitter,
Slowly getting fitter, no more shrinks.
Larry, Moe and Curley, hanging with my girlies,
Always being early, forty winks.
Pobble minus digits, Philip always fidgets,
Working out web widgets, the Quangle Wangle Quee
Ramones, the Kinks and Strummer, a long hot summer,
At last I've found a plumber, a cup of tea.
Reasons to be Cheerful, part 3. (x 3)
Reasons to be Cheerful, 1 2 3
Reasons to be Cheerful, part 3
Cream cheese and salmon, wit instead of Mammon
Bifidus ActiRegularis
Form follows function, playing 'Up the junction',
Using a Conjunction.
Delaunay and Kandinsky, Maclary and Malinki,
Wearing something slinky.
Breakfast at Tiffany's, a personal epiphany,
Côte d'Azur not Brittany.
Tiddley poms and Heffalumps, Louboutins not ballet pumps,
Happy dreams, not things that bump.
Springtime and daffodils, at last an end to winter chills,
Remembering to pay the bills.
Imacs and internet, an entertaining soubriquet,
Living life without regret.
Coffee coffee coffee, coffee coffee coffee,
Coffee coffee coffee.
Reasons to be Cheerful, part 3 (x 3)
Reasons to be Cheerful, 1 2 3
Yes yes, dear dear, perhaps next year,
Or maybe even never.
In which case....
Reasons to be Cheerful, part 3 (x 3)
Reasons to be Cheerful, 1 2 3.
Reasons to be Cheerful, part 3 (x 3)
Reasons to be Cheerful, 1 2 3.
