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
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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
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
Well that worked well :-)
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