But first…
Dulltown. UK: Today’s parrot is the very large one, speaking on the phone, sitting behind the reception desk, at the local doctors.
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Yes, today, I was about to do one of my posts about misheard classical singing heard on the radio, when I realised that it felt like I’d done one of these quite recently. Oh, yes it was that post two days go, about hearing the singing in a church service from Manchester, as I was chopping lino print ideas about.
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Still, never mind, let’s have some more. This time with some nice misheard surreal stuff from my fuddled mind, rather than that old-style religious twaddle.
‘Here we go! Here we go! A barb tool’?
‘Dampy hoes? Holy Holy’!
‘Be noticed! Me fly-ing fly-ing…’
‘My gold voices ship out – since there is a perri-tree.’
‘Ha ha ha ha ha… ha ha ha ha ha.’!
‘I gnat!… No, no, no. I’m tarling, against all the cuts’!
‘Ah, me, dippy dytho, now, now, now, my dear.’
‘Whoop, my tinky-no-no is evil, I think.’
‘The verity slots – go on, and on, and on.’
‘Blue you, blue you, blue you, blue you.’
‘Ali-yool-yah.!
‘Har har har har har har har har har…’
‘See my buds, Matilda – now’!
Dave Whatt 