As the premier online Agony Aunt, I do get quite a few problems sent in by members of the 'popular music' scene. I have anonymised a few recent ones :
Steven M. of Whalley Range writes : “ Dear Doris
I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour
But heaven knows I'm miserable now “
Doris says : “Shape up Smithy – it could be worse – your girlfriend could be in a coma – now that would be serious”
Mr B Vox of Dublin emails : “Dear Doris, every time I clap my hands a child dies in Africa”
Doris says “Just stop clapping your hands then, Bonio”
Micky from Dartford says “I can't get no satisfaction – but I've tried and I've tried?”
Doris says “Have you tried Painting it Black, dear?”
Fat Reg from Pinner has been in touch asking “Dear Doris is it true that Sorry Seems to be the Hardest Word?”
Doris says “No – that would be antidisestablishmentarianism”
Macca asks “Dear Doris – can I sing Hey Jude at your funeral?”
Doris says “Over my dead body you will”
Bobby D enquires “How many roads must a man walk down?”
Doris replies “Not too many, just take a left at Positively 4th Street and then you just need one more cup of coffee for the road”
Finally ...
Mr D Dekker – if your ears are alight then you need some of Lady Mondegreen's ointment
Doris xx
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