I’m right into photo books at the moment. I’ve got a gazillion digital photos that are sitting on my computer doing nothing. And that’s where they’ll stay till the hard drive on my computer fails and then I’ll sit around and cry because they’ve all disappeared. Solution–photo books.
Now I really love these books. They look just like very pro coffee table books with the added bonus that they are all about me, written by me and I get to pretend I’m a real live author. In case you’re interested I get mine from the US company Blurb. They do a fabulous job and are very reliable unlike some other companies (oh yes Big W online I mean you).
The problem with photobooks is coming up with a clever title. You can go with the old 2010 Italy Holiday but hohum which real coffee table book has a title like that? I’ve got one called Alphabet Weekends that is a book of another blog I’ve written. Great title but since it was the name of the blog I didn’t really have to put much thought into it.
So for last year’s holiday I came up with I See London, I See France… Don’t you think it’s marvellous? We went to London and obviously France so it was natural to play on the rhyme
I see London
I see France
I see Grandma’s underpants.
But hardly anyone I know knows this rhyme though. That’s so sad.What happened to the rhymes of our childhood? Does anyone remember…
Myrtle the turtle,
Lives by the sea, sea, sea, sea.
True love forever
True love for me, me, me, me.
You chanted it while you did the clapping game. Unfortunately the clapping games have never gone out of fashion. Wish they would. They’re good for hand eye coordination but they are so annoying. Maybe you had a different chant. Myrtle is actually a bit lame when you write it down. But we were from Rockhampton.
To this day if when I discover two people are in lurve I say
(insert girl’s name here) and (insert boy’s name here) sitting in the tree.
The rest( K I S S I N G–spelt out) is implied.
It sounds dumb if you finish it with the kissing so you let the listener finish it their head. It’s my thing and I know it’s practised by 8 year olds but I like it.
What about this gem?
Oh you can’t get to heaven, on fish and chips,
For the Lord he don’t like, those greasy lips.
Or
Oh you can’t get to heaven, on a Berlei bra,
Cause a Berlei bra, won’t stretch that far.
Such clever rhyming and a little bit naughty when chanted by a bus full of Catholic school girls. It sort of pays homage to the hymn doesn’t it?
But what about Susie? A generation of girls were branded little strumpets because…
When Susie was a teenager, a teenager she was.
She went ooh aah I lost my bra,
I don’t know where my knickers are.
I left them in my boyfriend’s car.
Oh memories. Though looking back we were very obsessed with underwear. Catholic school will do that to you. Image
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