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Re: Class Retro Sounds
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I used to work on a milk round. Anyone who is anyone (over the age of 35 or so, at least) around Old Swan/Kensington will remember Norman Panter, the fattest milkman on earth. The greedy sod used to stop at Atkinsons on Green lane for a cup of tomato soup, pour half of it out and top it up with double cream. We're not talking mere chubby here, spherical is more like it. He used to turn invisible with the sun behind him due to gravitational lensing.
Anyway, I used to work on his round, and that song was in the charts at the time, being played to death as usual on the radio. Just the thing you wanted to hear whilst making sure that dippy old bat off Derby Lane had her 3 pints of red top, a cheesy upbeat pop song which was hateful but annoyingly catchy.
So, there you have it. That song reminds me of fat milkmen, heart attack tomato soup, and stashing pints of milk and bottles of orange behind bins in jiggers in order to take home on the sly once you had finished. And now, just like then, it'll be nigh on impossible to get it out of my head for the next 2 weeks.
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