SLIGHTLY RUDE
At Ouseburn Farm this morning the Henman, trying to chivvy the placements along, sang“Moving, moving, moving, get those dogeys moving.”
I was
about to tell him that it was actually “Rollin” when I had a flashback…
It was a dark, very cold, winter's night and Phil was driving us back through the countryside from Bellingham, probably after visiting his cousin in Longhaughshields.
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He
started singing
“Frozen,
frozen, frozen,
Both me
balls are frozen,
And they’ve
gone all icy inside.”
I responded with
“In the
frosty weather
Get a
piece of leather
And chafe
them both together
At which Phil laughed so much we nearly left the road.
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