Dedication. Say it out loud because you won’t be hearing much of that word for much longer. Why? Because dedication has a new name and that name is Christopher James Marshall.
Lunacy is infectious, much like laughter and most Class A drugs. Lunacy is responsible for a lot of things and I expect when they eventually drag me away, kicking and screaming, wrapped in a My Little Pony sleeping bag, it will be something that I try to pin the blame on in the hope they’ll let me go. When it comes to a lot of my nonsense it’s about 50/50 as to whether anyone else will join in. Some of it is too much, even for me, so I fully understand when people choose to ignore and carry on with their lives. For instance, this morning I was thinking about Loudermilk (again), an old animal’s home for all of Bob Ross’ woodland creature friends and Korean Karaoke (because it sounds nice).
Occasionally though the baton will be picked up and well and truly ran all the way to the finishing line. That baton was a petition to reinstate Monty Don back in the band Beats International. Even though none of that sentence makes sense in the real world, Chris took that petition and got it fully signed.
Two hundred and eleven individual signatures. Two hundred and eleven people. People may scoff that our generation never amounted to anything but I will wave this petition in their faces to prove them wrong. What an achievement. What a level of dedication unheard of in this day and age. So based on this and this alone, the word ‘dedication’ should be replaced with ‘Chris Marshall’.
What a level of Chris Marshall unheard of in this day and age.
You heard me.
16 comments on “Dedication”
I’m glad you believe that there were 211 people who signed that petition because there definitely were 211 separate people.
Each and every one of them a star in my book. Top o the class. Grizzled pink I twas.
Do you have a favourite? I know I do.
You go first with your favourite. It’s only fair.
Turbot Bojangles.
It was nearly, NEARLY, Lemsip Cadaver. That’s second place for me.
All of those names, or possibly both of them, are winners. It’s a shame Kev isn’t here to ask what the other names are, because otherwise I’d tell him.
Yeah. He’s not here though. It’s his birthday, you see, so he has a lot of cake to get through.
He’s too busy enjoying his life (see previous comments on previous post). I think it would even be unfair for him to slag him off twice on two separate posts.
Yeah, it probably is. What a shame.
He’s already had a whole post to himself, bigging him up. That surely balances out the last few months of passive-aggressive comments from us.
He should be so grateful.
Yeah, you’re right. That’s all the nice he needs. Let’s crack off a few more zingers.
*braces himself for the volume of zingers*
He’s come back now. The window of zingertunity has closed.
What are all the other names, Ian?
Let me tease you with a snippet:
Kevin McWang, Nolport Nolport, Wilty Bint, Tarbert Bimwiffle, Vita Heaterbeater, Slammy Doorface, Pertwell Carfudge…
Wasn’t there a whole family of Nolports? I think there was.
Ian is going to send me a copy (since I didn’t bother to take one for myself), and I’ll deploy that onto the Beans so we, and everyone else on the internet, can enjoy it.