Harry in London (Blogophilia 23.5)


Hey, Hidey and Howdy.  It’s Harry Handy, your randy dandy dead DJ reporting to you from the London Olympics.  Yes, Oldies fans, WOFT has deigned to send yours truly to haunt the ceremonies.  And weren’t those ceremonies haunting?  A thousand years of British history distilled into a three and half days…I mean hours...(it just seemed like days). I understand the American commentary left a bit to be desired.  They could have just hired me. 

Now for you colonoscopy denizens, I have been dredging around the music crypt to find stuff that fits.  Since this is the Olympics, I was going to use Theme from Chariots of Fire, but I was beaten to the punch by Rowan Atkinson, the Cad.  He really should be run over by that three wheel car you know.  

But I did find something that would fit for the swimming competition.




Yeah, night swimming is a lot of fun.  When I was a much younger, good looking guy, I used to throw moon tan parties in my pool.  Swimsuits optional, of course.   It was fun to watch inebriated people stalk around like cats wanting prey.  And there would always be that one guy who didn’t have a clue.  If he was lucky, the girl made his day.  Other times... lets just say shaving cream an incriminating photos would be involved.

The Olympics were founded on the exploits of track and field.   And I can’t think of a better way to describe this but to hand it over to Diamond Dave and Company.



The food over here is kind of interesting.  Bangers and Mash.  Good old sausage and potatoes.  Not fancy, but it does stick to you.  For a more formal meal, there is Prime Rib and Yorkshire Pudding.   I kind of made an ass out of myself in the restaurant.  I mistook the stuff as one of those moist towelettes they put out after you eat fish.  As I was wiping my hands all the dogs in the neighborhood all wanted to lick me to death.  I must have been the most popular guy on the street.  I think I'll stick to curry.

The Games are supposed to celebrate the best in all of us.   And if we just concentrate on the sports, they really do.  We always want them to…



And with that, may your spirits rise high into the night.  I am Harry Handy.


Comments

  1. A timeless romp from the timeless DJ that is timely. Loved the tunes!

    David II

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  2. HaHa! This gave me a good chuckle! You had me laughing at the Moon tan parties and the prime rib and yorkshire pudding put it over the top!

    Blue Fool

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  3. I think I am in the minority of the worlds population that thinks English food is truly excellent.... at least as long as its served with English beer/ale

    TM

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    1. I don't mind pub grub. There is a place here in Atlanta that does a pretty good job of it.

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  4. I liked the dogs in the neighbourhood bit. thanks for the laff. I needed one.

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    1. I did think about making the pudding a new fangled swimming paddle, but it didn't work out.

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  5. Harry Handy has become a favorite character of mine and he always makes me smile 8 points Earthling! :)

    Marvin

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  6. I have to admit I'm not a huge fan of the cuisine offerings in London.... I don't eat filled meats and don't care for Indian food, so the only thing I could stomach was fish n chips. :D

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  7. LOL! "Mistook the stuff as one of those moist towelettes" hahaha!

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  8. Hi...it's DEMME...this was just delightful!!!

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  9. THis was great! I want to tune in to Harry Handy more often! He plays some awesome tunes!

    Joanie

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