Do you remember when your father would
put on this tune and get the whole family up to dance?
I bet you remember. Everyone's family
was at it back in the day. 'Get up', says the father and the mother
springs up and claps her hands and goes to the record player and on
it comes - full blast. 'Get up you shower of fucks', demands the father and up we
get. 'But I'm tired from school', protests the big sister but it's no
use. 'Get up!' Get Up! GET UP!'. And then the whole family is dancing.
Dancing around the sitting room. Marching dancing kind of. A kind of
march/dance thing. All around the sitting room, even the dog, out the
door and into the kitchen and across the hall and up the stairs and
in and out of the jax and back down the stairs and out the front door
and around the garden and through the neighbour's garden (the father
giving the fingers when the neighbour looks out the window) and then
back into the house and back into the sitting room just as the tune
comes to an end and 'put it back on Mairéad'
demands the father and your mother (whose name is no doubt Mairéad)
claps her hands and back on it goes and march/dancing the family
goes, repeating the circuit, even the dog, fingers to your man next
door and back to the sitting room and then the song ends and 'put it
back on Mairéad' and off
we go and do the whole thing again and back to the sitting room and
'put it back on Mairéad'
and off we go, even the dog, around and around, fingers to your man,
and 'put the fucker back on Mairéad'
and off we go, again and again and the dog runs away and 'put it back
on Mairéad' and
dance/marching it is, on and on, and a 'fuck you' to next door and
the sister runs away and back to the sitting room and 'put it back on
Mairéad' and more
dance/marching and here come the guards and here's social services
and the father gets a caution and it's back to the sitting room and
'put it back on Mairéad'
and so on and so on for about three and half hours until everyone is
so knackered and out of it that they all collapse in a heap and the
father gets to watch the snooker in peace. Sly bastards fathers. It
was the same in every house.
...right?
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