Sunday 16 February 2014

What Happened to DiabetesABC?

Imagine the loss of esteem. you make your way up from the lowly depths of plumber, traffic policemen to the giddy heights of Chief Moderator of a diabetes forum.  Overthrown and banished to the icy wastes of Aberdeen, you set up a diabetes forum as a means of communication with your imaginary followers. However, with diminishing  number of posts on the the  forum,  the attention and solace you craved in the long wintry dark Scottish nights was not realised. In an effort to achieve such attention you decide to make endless and pointless posts to DCUK under the usernames ……………. What a sad end to such an illustrious career


John

3 comments:

  1. Oh Kenny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
    From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
    Your forums gone, and all the flowers are dying
    'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.

    But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
    Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
    'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
    Oh Kenny boy, oh Kenny boy, I miss you so.

    And if you come, when all the flowers are dying
    And I am dead, as dead I well may be
    You'll come and find the place where I am lying
    And kneel and say I hate you Mitchell an "Ave" there for me.

    And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
    And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
    If you'll not fail to tell me that you hate me
    I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.

    I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.

    Eddie

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  2. On a dark Scottish highway, damp wind in Ken’s hair
    Warm smell of haggis, rising up through the air
    Up ahead in the distance, he saw a forum light
    His head grew heavy and his sight grew dim
    He had to stop for the night
    There Sue stood in the doorway;
    He heard the mission bell
    And he was thinking to himself,
    "This could be Heaven or this could be Hell"
    Then Sue lit up a candle and she showed Ken the way
    There were voices down the corridor,
    He thought he heard them say...

    Welcome to the Hotel Caledonia
    Such a lonely place (Such a lonely place)
    Such a lonely face
    Plenty of room at the Hotel Caledonia
    Any time of year (Any time of year)
    You can find it here

    Last thing Ken remembered, he was
    Running for the door
    He had to find the passage back
    To the forum he was before
    "Relax,” said the night man,
    "We are programmed to receive.
    You can check-out any time you like,
    But you can never leave!

    John

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  3. Well that worked well :-)

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