Sunday Lurrrve Songs

I have a writing commission. I have been commissioned* by some commissioners to write something. The commissioners will pay me oodles of used-oncers if my commission is successful in getting read out on the electric radio. On Steve Wright In The Afternoon’s Sunday Love Songs no less. Probably.

Dear Steve Wright In The Afternoon,

I would be most grateful if you would dedicate a song to my wife of thirty-five years, Doreen, on your Sunday Love Songs show to show her how much I love her. (Or failing that on your Steve Wright In The Afternoon show… I’m not really bothered which.)

Doreen and I met way back in 1965 when our paths crossed at her workplace, Dudley Leisure Centre, where she worked as a part time trampoline instructor. I was employed as a lift engineer at the time and our eyes first met as I prised open the door of the lift she had spent the afternoon trapped in. It was love at first sight and, once she had completed a course of counselling for acute claustrophobia, we were married later that year.

We spent a wonderful honeymoon in the Scottish Highlands and the Isle of Man and went on to have two children, Skye and Doug, who have now left home and have families of their own.

Over the years we have had our ups and downs – like the time where we were mistaken for Neil and Christine Hamilton and captured by Somali pirates while holidaying in Torremolinos, or when I accidentally locked Doreen in the back of a refrigerated lorry for six hours at Stafford Services – but we always come out smiling in the end.

Doreen loves the show and listens every week in bed while I get on with more useful things like creosoting the fence or unblocking our problematic outside drain, which backs-up most Sunday mornings after our Saturday night Indian takeaway. Doreen loves a vindaloo!

I am sure that Doreen would be delighted to have any song as her dedication, although she finds Susan Boyle a bit too political so better to avoid her songs, especially that one about Argentina. Maybe avoid Minnie Ripperton’s “Loving You” also as our cocker spaniel, Bouncer, takes to the shed every time Minnie hits the top F Sharp.

Perhaps “Lady in Red” would be a nice choice? Not only would playing it make a nice change for your listeners, but it is a most suitable choice as Doreen often wears a red dressing gown.

Anyway, keep up the great work!

Your fans,

David and Doreen Davidson (from Dudley)

So there we go. My dedication may get on the radio. My dedication may well be the best dedication ever read on Sunday Love Songs. Or it may not be and may not be**. I wait with baited breath. Probably.

Fin.

(*) Challenged
(**) This is, of course, extremely unlikely since I accidentally sent the BBC the whole blog post and not just the dedication bit. Let’s hope that Steve Wright In The Afternoon’s people have a sense of humour. I am utterly useless. Probably.

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Tags: Christine Hamilton, Dedications, Disasters, Minnie Ripperton, Neil Hamilton, Steve Wright, Sunday Love Songs

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