By popular request I'm posting this so that everyone who went on this trip can have a good laugh at the wonderful time we had (even if its not drink-induced this time!)& hopefully it will keep the memories alive?
“Carry On” in Halkidiki
(or who sat on my balalaika?)
Looking like Barbie’s younger sister Sindy,
Along teetered our guide action-girl Lindy;
Instead of those heels,
Why not swap ‘em for wheels,
So you can walk a lot bloody faster!!
On board and at the back of the plane,
Everything was seeming mundane;
But Annette was sandwiched with this olive lad,
And was drooling all over her first Greek sa-lad!
Robyn of Fulham was still in her nest,
But remembered in time to join the rest;
Then out on the rocks she slipped and fell,
Did someone push her – who can tell?
Out in the woods it was great to find,
The Beatles were all still alive;
There was John, George, Paul, Ringo & Bert,
And now they numbered five!
Roger the Dodger came looking for birds,
And with his “bins” he was hoping to spot ‘em;
Then out of the blue, while admiring the view,
He spotted a real little gem.
Andrew came charging up the hill to parade,
Just like something out of “Charge of the Light Brigade”;
With all of his doting entourage in tow,
Celia, Jan, Mo and Anita – “don’t you know”.
Then from afar, came a shrill cry from the bar,
It was the Scottish lass from Dunbar:
“See you Jimmy” she said with a hiss,
And sent someone flying with a “Glasgey kiss”!
Young Peter was going through the women at quite a lick,
Offering to poke them with his antisceptic stick;
While from his pack on the luggage rack,
Water trickled gently down his back.
Just as we were starting our “horses douvers”, (sorry !)
The Russian Mafia arrived on manoeuvres;
But our brave Welsh Taffia cried “Yacky da”,
And sent the villains packing – back to Mockba!
But Holmes and Watson were soon on the trail,
When one of the assasins was heard to wail;
Holmes had swiped the pesky critter,
“That’ll teach you for dropping litter”!
Down in the hotel bowels,
We played a game of bowls;
Each strike greeted with wild howls,
With wine for the victors – to wet their jowls.
Brian, our choral balladeer,
Was frantic when he couldn’t get a beer;
Down on the beach he’d lend you his scuba,
And for an encore – a few blasts from his tuba!
(You try getting a rhyme with snorkelling!)
So, its goodbye Norma & Jean,
From Malcolm, Geoff, Ray et al;
You won’t get better value,
We’ve all had such a ball!
So, if you fancy a break, to make your jaw ache,
That’s crammed full of sunshine and laughter;
You could end up through, the efforts of “Just You”
Being happy ever after!!
Roger Prideaux 19/5/09
(with apologies to Pam Ayres)