Introit: The Wombling Song
Archdruid: Right.
All: Have a cuppa tea?
Archdruid: We'd like to apologise for the lack of music on this Occasion. Unfortunately the piano is stuck on the landing.
All: Give a shout for Charlii?
Charlii: We give thanks for the only man to be two Doctor Who companions.
All: Quite a regeneration.
Archdruid: Wasn't he a Hinchcliffe from Alderson Street?
Norman Clegg: There are a lot of rumours to that effect.
All: Have another cup of tea?
Archdruid: And now he has carried on off his mortal coil, drifted over the horizon on Old Jack's boat, told his final story, and is wombling free in a land where celestial pianos are forever standing on the landing, to look for his heavenly Gulf Stream, to tend an allotment which is watered by the River of Life and produces 12 harvests a year.
Charlii: "In my Father's house are many rooms"
Mr Hutchinson: And they are all up to the standard required by hotel inspectors.
Tea will be served after the ceremony
...then we went home.
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