Owen has an assembly parents can attend on Monday mornings. They sing the Australian national anthem (I'm still uncomfortable having to stand up for it) and, much more entertainingly, classic children's Christian songs we used to sing at Pathfinder camps when I was a young teen. 'I am a C-H-R-I-S-T-I-A-N', the J-O-Y song, and the arky-arky all get a run out, with actions. I try not to perform them too enthusiastically, so as not to embarrass Sharon. And they don't sing the cheeky verse in Arky-Arky about the animals who went in two by twosey-twosey coming out three by threesey-threesey.
Owen's teacher, Miss Cummings, usually does the singing with her huge, tuneful voice. However, when she is off sick, the music teacher takes over. And the name of the music teacher?
Mrs Chorus.
No, I'm not kidding. That's the best one I've heard since the Chiropodist we used to have in Burnage called Mr Sillitoe.
Whilst we're on the subject, the other day I x-rayed a bloke called Polek Curten. He pointed out his comedy name when you say his surname first.
I was caught out hook, line and sinker when I first worked at Manchester Royal by one of the comedy fake request cards we used to make. I went into the waiting room and shouted full blast for, 'Dan Sinqueen. Can I have Dan Sinqueen please.'
Our local florist always make me chuckle though. Austin Flowers. Along with an ace number plate on their car.
Good to hear about Owen, we miss him in Sparklers!
ReplyDeleteOh, I remember my computer lecturer was called Mr Addyman! (That was in the days of ALGOL which you young things won't know anything about: it might even have been a Manchester Language!)
BW Frances
In a strange way, my latest posting is also about names.
ReplyDeleteWhat does the number plate say. I can't read it?
ReplyDelete"yeah baby"
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