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In memoriam John Peel
I went to a wedding, though only the night-time.
I didn't know them that well, I watched on from the margins at the dancefloor crowded.
The DJ adhered to the rule of occasion:
Dancing Queen, Shoop Shoop Song, You're the One that I Want, they're the ones that they want. He knew his trade well, I could see.
And at a table nearby, I heard a girl saying to a tall, balding guest.
"So you're Brad Friedel? I'm mildly impressed."
I thought I'd chance my arm. Her reply won my heart:
"So you're William Pitt? Elder or Younger?
And then inexplicably, for reasons unfathomable,
But to me wholly admirable,
The DJ played us some Tallis.
He yanked off the Corrs in disgust and announced "Thomas Tallis,
Lamentations of Jeremiah."
Across an empty dancefloor I walked to commend him,
And also enquire if he had any Dowland.
The incident passed, things got back to normal,
At the end of the evening everyone staggered out, singing.
And they were singing:
"Oh you can't put your foot up in Europe,
You can't show your studs on the 'Nent.
They take a dim view of a slightly-raised shoe,
So think on if you're up against Gent
- My lad -
Think on if you're up against Gent |
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