Wednesday 4 June 2008

Sitting on Alma Cogan

Halfway through my alfresco lunch on a sunny bench in Holland Park, I was delighted to discover that I was sitting on Alma Cogan. Well, to be precise, a memorial bench to the fondly remembered Fifties chanteuse. 'In loving memory of Alma Cogan,' the inscription read. 'The songs. The joy. The laughter.' Indeed. When I'm dead, I wouldn't mind being a park bench. 'Nige. The songs. The joy. The laughter'...

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  1. And when they make you into a park bench, Nige, I'll be the first to inscribe my name into your buttocks.

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  2. I'll consider it an honour, Richard.

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  3. And I'm sure you would be very comfortable and the tramps would fight at night to lie on you.

    I would send you the picture but since you live with the other demi-Gods on Email-Free Hill, I've left it on my blog.

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  4. My first wife is now a bench along the Wissahickon.

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  5. Alma's version of Fly Me to The Moon is just brilliant. I know it's not in keeping with the spirit of your post Nige, but I feel the nation needs to know this!

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  6. Alma was a cracker, one of my earliest fantasy objects, the other was the Treen standing behind and left of the Mekon, I was a mixed up teenager.

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  7. Am I the only one that finds Nige's desire to be a park bench a tad bit creepy?

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  8. At least it's not a bicycle saddle, Duck.
    Who was it wrote 'I think that I should rather like To be the saddle of a bike'?

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