Thursday, May 28, 2009

A quick burst of the William Tell Overture

Today is St. Lone Ranger's Day. All over the country there will be cavalcades of wee bairns dressed in white buckskins and masks.


"Heigh, ho, Silver! Away...!"

They will declaim, in between picking the scabs off each other's knees. Two-finger bang-bangs, mind-scrambling richochets and scrabbling round the arid badlands of Salford Docks and all points up to Bacup.

"Aargh! He's shot me, Butch!"

"Miss Worswick, they've shot his butch!"

Rushing round with broomhandle hobby-horses.

"Da diddle-da, da da da da da da da da da da dee diddle dee diddle dee diddle dee diddle dum! Ra-diddle-da-diddle-da-da-da!"

Who was that masked mixed infant?

7 comments:

savannah said...

who was that masked mixed infant? PRICELESS!

y'all crack me up, sugar! XOXOX

Gaw said...

That takes me back. Bonanza, The Virginian (I wonder who came first him or Jonny Cash?), High Chapparal. My own favourite was the non-cowboy Casey Jones. I can still hum the theme tune.

willow said...

I don't know, Keemosabee.

Scarlet-Blue said...

I used to pretend that a bean cane was my horse.
Now I use the cane for something else.
Sx

Scarlett said...

I feel like I'm lost on an alien planet.

Gadjo Dilo said...

:-) I never saw any of these programmes and was inclined to be sensible and watch BBC2 instead. I was a mixed infant though.

Kevin Musgrove said...

Savannah: we tries us best

Gareth: I'd like to pretend that Casey Jones was before my time. And that I wasn't in a choir that sang that in the Free Trade Hall.

Willow: discretion as always

Scarlet: we can always rely on you for the gardening advice

Scarlett: You're kidding me? We'll have to have a Lone Ranger festival.

Gadjo: I've always thought that "mixed infant," like "mixed bathing," offered ripe ambiguities with which to perplex Johnny Foreigner. (-: