While glancing at my blog stats I noticed that one of the most popular posts recently was one from April 2006. I say most popular; I mean had a lot of page views (comparatively - we're talking single figures here). I clicked on it and read this:
It was Angelo's farewell lunch today. He's been with us (as part of a team and the volunteering with Alun) for nearly three years. Alun made a (very) short but surprisingly serious speech and Angelo did the same. Aah, bless. We shall miss him.
For the last two years, while Angelo has been working with Alun in our office, the phrase most often on my lips has been 'Pull your trousers up, Angelo!' Today in his honour we - although I noticed it was only the women who put the effort in - wore big exposed pants. Yes, we shall miss him.
I have absolutely no memory of wearing big exposed pants. Admittedly it was 10 years ago but, still, it's the sort of thing you'd think I'd remember. Or take a photo of.
Earlier this morning I started singing an old song and surprised myself by knowing all the words. At this moment I can remember the song but trust me, they weren't beautiful memorable words. Something involving monkeys and ... something else. Now I am going to be trying to remember that instead of concentrating on the church in Philadelphia and the rapture and other tricky topics that will crop up in bible study at Zac's tomorrow.
Six, eight, nine, the goose drank wine, the monkey chewed tobacco on the street car line, the line broke, the monkey got choked and we all went to heaven in a little row boat, clap hands ...
Stamp your feet, banging on a big bass drum, what a picture, what a picture, stick in the family album.
(Yes, I know they're two different songs but one leads naturally into the other.)
Now aren't you glad I remembered that? You'll have a new ear worm, which is marginally worse than 'Give me oil in my lamp keep me burning.'