When B read yesterday’s post about her leaving me standing in the V&A tea room, she said “Is it too late to change it, ‘cos I’ve got a better song title for you?”
Eh… yeah… right… sure you have – I don’t think!
She said – what about I’m Still Standing?
Well, now you mention it – I think you may be right – that would have been better. Still I can always use it tomorrow as I have a story about that song.
I was working at the Milk Marketing Board in Thames Ditton, Surrey in the mid 80’s when that song came out. It was my first proper job – as a computer programmer. If I was more accurate I would say – as a fraudster as I spent many years moving from one level of incompetence in the I.T. world to the next – salaries rising so much then that I simply couldn’t afford to get out.
There were a few of us taken on as trainee programmers at that time at the Board, and we used have a laugh – bit of banter.
One particular day – it was towards the end of the day – a few of us were laughing and joking and making general merriment – and all of a sudden I found myself bursting into song.
The song I burst into was none other than the aforementioned – which was unfortunate as it is sung in a high falsetto and to reach the high notes you really had to bellow it out – really project those vocal chords – as any professional singer is taught. Which I’m not.
Some minutes later the “Big Cheese” came stomping down the corridor asking who was the owner of the screeching noise. He was pointed in my direction.
Listen son, if your programming was half as good as your singing then you’ll do ok here – but unfortunately it’s not. So if you want to come in again tomorrow, then stop the racket!
Now there… are 3…. steps to… carry a donor card – ooh, wap wap!
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