When I woke up I thought it was Sensible o’clock but found it was Somewhat Silly o’clock ie just before six.
this morning I was remembering a time when Mark and I were on a break. Not in the Friends sense – just having a weekend away.
Actually I have some sympathy for Ross in this scenario, because – let’s face it, they were on a break.
Oh! Yes – anyway… I can’t remember where we were but there was a lake and we decided to get a boat out and have a romantic row on the lake (at least, is it still romantic if the woman is rowing because she learned how when she was a kid on Mewsbrook park lake and he never did? Hell, yes – why not?) So we pulled away from the quayside and out into the still water. Unfortunately we were sharing said water with other boats, one of which proved to be full of Girl Guides on a Jamboree pack holiday or whatever it is they call it, who were singing. It became impossible for us to escape these Guides, who followed us, singing this song indefatigably for at least half an hour.
Wherever we go
(wherever we go!)
people always ask us
(people always ask us!)
Where do you come from?
(Where do you come from?)
and we always tell them
(and we always tell them!)
We’re from Didcot
(we’re from Didcot!)
Mighty mighty Didcot
(mighty, mighty Didcot!)
mighty mighty Didcot
(mighty mighty Didcot!)
It did give us a laugh – not only the idea of openly singing about coming from Didcot, but the idea of Didcot being “mighty.”
The fact that I still know it by heart after all these years should give you some idea of what it was like.
This week and next I shall be finishing off my stories and sending off as many as possible. Then I will be going up to the chalet to work on the novel.
PS in “The Meaning of Liff” by Douglas Adams, a didcot is a little circle of paper cut out from a hole puncher.
So now you know!