The Swiss Mumblers…

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A late night jam at the bar last week started with some blues nonsense with a couple of guitars and a harmonica. As the repertoire thinned the booze was poured and the songbook came out…

At first the lovely Sonja (Swiss obviously) took us beautifully through some Ray Lamontagne and a Beatle number or two, as the alcohol level increased so did the number of Swiss vocalists and the lack of lyrical knowledge.

The session ended with a marathon attempt at Tracy Chapmans ‘Fast car’ – as nobody singing knew all the words or even had English as a first language the song went something like this…

‘You’ve got a fast car (so far so good) – I wanna ticket to anywhere – maybe we can make a mumble maybe we can mumble and mumble mumble any mumble is mumble you mumble mumble and I’ll mumble mumble mumble mumble mumble mumble…..’ *deep breath*….. ‘You’ve got a fast car – I wanna ticket etc….’

(repeat ad nauseam)

Hugely hampered by vast quantities of uncontrollable giggling, too much brandy and more mumbling this continued for quite some time. So were born the ‘Swiss Mumblers’ the greatest mumbling ensemble of this century.

The next day when overhearing the word ‘mumbler’, Rodney (a somewhat cheeky Portsmouth surfer in residence at the campsite) chipped in with –

‘Mumblers!?! Were they wearing cycling shorts?’

‘Cycling shorts! Why’s that…?’

‘Well – them cycling girls – you can see their lips moving but you can’t hear what they’re saying!!’

I didn’t surf today.

13 Replies to “The Swiss Mumblers…”

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  2. My teen has this on her iPod.. I hear alot of ‘eye eee eye got a feeling that I belong.. eye eee eye got a feeling, I need someone need someone (to fade)…..’
    Couldn’t (wouldn’t want to) comment/think on/about the lycra ladies bit eeek! 🙁

  3. As always, I’m late to the party! Catching up on my blog-reading this week.

    Circa 1990(during my angst-filled teen years), it was Tracy Chapman all the time on my stereo. Fast Car was my favorite.
    My younger brother twitches and develops an eye tic any time the song happens to come on the radio now. It’s quite funny to watch.

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