GingerbreadGirl II
She'sMoving...Again!
Guess what moonbeams?
My Ex who misses her kids terribly has decided to move a little closer to them.
And she's offered her flat to me.
You cannot imagine the space thats available to me now.
Let me put it this way ...
The floorspace of the Bridge of the Enterprise D, along with the TurboLift, the Captain's ReadyRoom as well as the ConferenceRoom.
Big eh?
And to top it all off, bay windows as large as those on Vader's StarDestroyer.
And I can have it in two weeks.
Now I don't have to worry about cramming all those toys in a space roughly the size of a Chihuahua's bathroom. Its amazing enough that though I have a large house to play with here, everything I own is in that one little double bedroom.
Then again, most of my stuff is still in boxes at my Ex's.
As I am moving, perhaps I should throw some sort of party eh? Anybody wanna come?
Pyjamas are mandatory ...
On that happy note, A resident at the care home I work in was humming this song a few days ago and its been in my head. So I just had to learn it and infect my nearest and dearest ...
My Boomerang Won't Come Back - Charlie Drake
(Oom-yacka-wurka, oom-yacka-wurka, oom-yacka-wurka)
In the bad backlands of Australia
Many years ago,
The aborigine tribes were meeting,
Having a big pow-wow.
(Oom-yacka-wurka, oom-yacka-wurka)
"We got a lot of trouble, Chief,
On account of your son Mack."
"My boy Mack? Why, what's wrong with him?"
DRAKE: My boomerang won't come back.
"Your boomerang won't come back?"
DRAKE: My boomerang won't come back,
My boomerang won't come back,
I've waved the thing all over the place,
Practised till I was black in the face,
I'm a big disgrace to the Aborigine race,
My boomerang won't come back.
DRAKE: I can ride a kangaroo (yeah yeah)
Make kinkajou stew (yeah yeah)
But I'm a big disgrace to the Aborigine race,
My boomerang won't come back.
They banished him from the tribe then
And sent him on his way,
He had a backless boomerang
So here he could not stay.
(Animal noises)
DRAKE: [Spoken] This is nice, innit? Getting banished at my time of life. What a way to spend an evening: sitting on a rock in the middle of the desert with me boomerang in me hand. I shall very likely get bushwhacked.
(An animal roars; Drake shrieks back.)
DRAKE: Get out of it! You nasty bushwhacking animal. Think I'll make a nice cup of tea. (Doing, doing, doing...) Good gracious! There goes a kangaroo. I must have a practice with me boomerang: hit him right behind the left earhole. Now then, slowly back.
Gruff voice: If you throw that thing at me, I'll jump right on your head. (It chuckles and bounces away.)
DRAKE: Innit marvellous? Got a land full of kangaroos and I had to pick that one.
For three long months he sat there
Or maybe it was four,
Then an old old man in a kangaroo skin
Came a-knocking at his door.
"Well, I'm the local witch doctor, son,
They call me George Alfred Black.
Now tell me, what's your trouble, boy?"
DRAKE: My boomerang won't come back.
"Your boomerang won't come back?"
DRAKE: My boomerang won't come back,
My boomerang won't come back,
I've waved the thing all over the place,
Practised till I was black in the face,
I'm a big disgrace to the Aborigine race,
My boomerang won't come back.
"Don't worry, boy, I know the trick,
And to you I'm gonna show it.
If you want your boomerang to come back,
Well first you've got to... throw it."
DRAKE: Ooh, yes! Never thought of that. Daddy will be pleased. Must have a go, nyuh-huh! Excuse me.
Now then, slowly back... and throw.
(Boomerang whizzes away; Sounds of a plane approaching and then falling from the sky.)
DRAKE: Ooh my God! I've hit the flying doctor. Eee-hee-hee! Can you do first aid?
Witch Doctor: Don't talk to me about first aid, boy, you owe me fourteen chickens, you know, when I learned you to throw the boomerang, you know, first things first.
DRAKE: Yes, I know that, but I mean, I think on this occasion, you know, you could be a bit more perspective...........
And the video? See here - uk.youtube.com/watch?v=_prtbj4MtDU
She'sMoving...Again!
Guess what moonbeams?
My Ex who misses her kids terribly has decided to move a little closer to them.
And she's offered her flat to me.
You cannot imagine the space thats available to me now.
Let me put it this way ...
The floorspace of the Bridge of the Enterprise D, along with the TurboLift, the Captain's ReadyRoom as well as the ConferenceRoom.
Big eh?
And to top it all off, bay windows as large as those on Vader's StarDestroyer.
And I can have it in two weeks.
Now I don't have to worry about cramming all those toys in a space roughly the size of a Chihuahua's bathroom. Its amazing enough that though I have a large house to play with here, everything I own is in that one little double bedroom.
Then again, most of my stuff is still in boxes at my Ex's.
As I am moving, perhaps I should throw some sort of party eh? Anybody wanna come?
Pyjamas are mandatory ...
On that happy note, A resident at the care home I work in was humming this song a few days ago and its been in my head. So I just had to learn it and infect my nearest and dearest ...
My Boomerang Won't Come Back - Charlie Drake
(Oom-yacka-wurka, oom-yacka-wurka, oom-yacka-wurka)
In the bad backlands of Australia
Many years ago,
The aborigine tribes were meeting,
Having a big pow-wow.
(Oom-yacka-wurka, oom-yacka-wurka)
"We got a lot of trouble, Chief,
On account of your son Mack."
"My boy Mack? Why, what's wrong with him?"
DRAKE: My boomerang won't come back.
"Your boomerang won't come back?"
DRAKE: My boomerang won't come back,
My boomerang won't come back,
I've waved the thing all over the place,
Practised till I was black in the face,
I'm a big disgrace to the Aborigine race,
My boomerang won't come back.
DRAKE: I can ride a kangaroo (yeah yeah)
Make kinkajou stew (yeah yeah)
But I'm a big disgrace to the Aborigine race,
My boomerang won't come back.
They banished him from the tribe then
And sent him on his way,
He had a backless boomerang
So here he could not stay.
(Animal noises)
DRAKE: [Spoken] This is nice, innit? Getting banished at my time of life. What a way to spend an evening: sitting on a rock in the middle of the desert with me boomerang in me hand. I shall very likely get bushwhacked.
(An animal roars; Drake shrieks back.)
DRAKE: Get out of it! You nasty bushwhacking animal. Think I'll make a nice cup of tea. (Doing, doing, doing...) Good gracious! There goes a kangaroo. I must have a practice with me boomerang: hit him right behind the left earhole. Now then, slowly back.
Gruff voice: If you throw that thing at me, I'll jump right on your head. (It chuckles and bounces away.)
DRAKE: Innit marvellous? Got a land full of kangaroos and I had to pick that one.
For three long months he sat there
Or maybe it was four,
Then an old old man in a kangaroo skin
Came a-knocking at his door.
"Well, I'm the local witch doctor, son,
They call me George Alfred Black.
Now tell me, what's your trouble, boy?"
DRAKE: My boomerang won't come back.
"Your boomerang won't come back?"
DRAKE: My boomerang won't come back,
My boomerang won't come back,
I've waved the thing all over the place,
Practised till I was black in the face,
I'm a big disgrace to the Aborigine race,
My boomerang won't come back.
"Don't worry, boy, I know the trick,
And to you I'm gonna show it.
If you want your boomerang to come back,
Well first you've got to... throw it."
DRAKE: Ooh, yes! Never thought of that. Daddy will be pleased. Must have a go, nyuh-huh! Excuse me.
Now then, slowly back... and throw.
(Boomerang whizzes away; Sounds of a plane approaching and then falling from the sky.)
DRAKE: Ooh my God! I've hit the flying doctor. Eee-hee-hee! Can you do first aid?
Witch Doctor: Don't talk to me about first aid, boy, you owe me fourteen chickens, you know, when I learned you to throw the boomerang, you know, first things first.
DRAKE: Yes, I know that, but I mean, I think on this occasion, you know, you could be a bit more perspective...........
And the video? See here - uk.youtube.com/watch?v=_prtbj4MtDU