Stories from my mother

Two of the most famous places for my mother's stories to be told are- in the car and over good food. Not mutually exclusive.

This story, a very short one, was told in the car. I'm writing it here in case I need to jolt it back to memory later in the years when I'm perhaps nearing gray.

Yesterday, mum began to tell us about the times Uncle MH would sing Please Release Me by Engelbert Humperdinck.



Every time mum or her siblings hear him sing that song, they know he is either heading to the toilet to pass motion (aka drop the big bombs), or he is already bombing away.

It is hilarious when you think of how punny the lyrics come into play.

Parts of the lyrics such as:

Please release me let me go
for I don't love you anymore
to waste our lives would be a sin
release me and let me love again.

And especially this one:

Please release me can't you see
you'd be a fool to cling to me
to live a lie would bring us pain
release me and let me love again

It's sheer toilet poetry to be singing to your bombs like that. Definitely a childhood not many can be proud to claim.