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A Bicycle Built For 2

When I was younger, me and my siblings used to use our parents archaic stereo system to blare music like the Dirty Dancing and Tiffany REALLY LOUD just so that we could make up dances and perform them for the bi-annual video-camera-renting-extravaganza.

When my parents actually bought a video camera it actually got even worse and we did more and more songs with more and more elaborate moves and....then the novelty wore off.

But before it did we also, on occasion, would learn songs at school and then come home and perform various shows for the camera.

There was a classic version of 'A Bicycle Built for Two' - me on bended kneed with my coke bottle glasses at the end of my nose as Henry and my dramatic sister C, pulling a face and being all dainty as Daisy.

Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer true
I'm half crazy over the likes of you
It won't be a stylish marriage
I can't afford a carrige
But you'll look sweet upon the seat of a bicycle built for two...


I'm sure the video shows that I burst into laughter about halfway through and just only manage to contain myself for C's part...

Henry Henry this is my answer true
I'm not crazy over the love of you
If you can't affor a carriage
Forget about the marriage
I won't be jammed, I won't be crammed on a bicycle built for two...


It ends, as all V skits do, with us standing, facing the camera, stating our names -FULL names, in case anyone might have been confused whether or not we were from the same family - and a final bow.

I couldn't help but laugh this weekend, then, when 4 friends and D and I headed off to historic Gyeong-ju to have a scenic weekend outside.



After cycling around with D on the weekend, we decided THIS is what engaged couples should have to do before walking down the aisle for a day. If you can survive without killing each other, you can survive anything.



K and N - thanks for the photos!

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Anonymous said…
I love these pics!
Steph

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