Door number 8:
I Was Very Much Amused
In my spare time I write parody songs, sketches and captions which I’ve decide to post here on my blog. You’ll be able to tell my eclectic comedy taste from some of the references and I freely admit my influences include Spike Milligan, Ronnie Barker, John Finnemore and Michael Bernstein (my Year 8 English teacher). The blog title is from Queen Victoria being famously misquoted as saying “We are not amused” so I’m using the correct quote, as mentioned in her diaries, of “I was very much amused"
Monday, 8 December 2025
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Monday, 1 December 2025
Stranger Things Advent Calendar - 1
It's time for this year's caption advent calendar. This year it's full of stranger things!
Door number 1:
Sunday, 30 November 2025
From The Mind of Merc - Trump's Mental Decline
Sometimes I find my mind wandering over various eclectic topics and occasionally I am inspired to write some of them down. Today I was thinking about Trump. Or, more specifically, Trump’s mental decline.
It is clear, whichever way you look at it, that there is
something seriously wrong with the mental state of the President of the United
States. I’m not referring to his racism, sexism, misogyny, narcissism or any of
his other long-held and discriminatory beliefs (which could arguably, from my
perspective, be referred symptoms of mental instability) but there are clear
signs that the President is suffering from an increasingly severe cognitive
decline.
Evidence includes:
- falling asleep during high-profile meetings – in a work day that used to start at 10.30 and now rarely gets going before noon.
- a wide-based gait and “droopy face” – noted by Dr Gartner as signs of a psychomotor deterioration
Factor in a family history of history of dementia – Trump’s father, Fred Trump Sr. was diagnosed with dementia 8 years before he died and his niece, Mary Trump, has said she’s noticed similar symptoms in Trump that she saw in his father – and the probability of the president exhibiting at the very least early signs of the disease are too undeniable to ignore.
The trouble is, with Republicans controlling the government,
and Trump being their golden goose, it is likely – however hypocritically given
the focus that was directed at Biden’s mental health and capacity to operate
efficiently in his role as President – that little will be done to prevent the
President’s decline from impacting his work, our lives and the United States as
a whole. And, when the man in charge of a country is using his personal
affronts and perceived slights as the basis for national policy – like when Trump
called off trade negotiations with Canada after taking a dislike to a viral
video posted by Doug Ford, the Premier of Ontario, featuring Ronald Reagan
speaking out against tariffs - this becomes a dangerous game for anyone to play
or to allow to be played.
Saturday, 29 November 2025
O Doctor! My Doctor!
And the second one being a parody of the Walt Whitman poem made famous by the film Dead Poets Society (and set at the end of the last 9th Doctor episode - The Parting of the Ways).
O Captain! My Captain! O Doctor! My Doctor! not by Walt Whitman
O Doctor! My Doctor! The battle now is done;
The ships have all been destroyed, Daleks gone - every
one;
Your Rose is here, her mind unclear, the time
vortex is pulsing,
Her golden eyes reveal her deed, and also that she’s
dying:
O her head! head!
head!
She
can’t ignore its strong call!
Be
not afraid the Doctor’s here,
He
will save us all.
O Doctor! My Doctor! Step up to help the girl;
Step up—for you she did this thing—for you she saved
the world;
For you she came back and fought —for you she
stands there glowing;
It’s you she needs, to stop the pain, your resolve
now is showing;
The Doctor! Will
help her!
And
save her from her fall;
He
reaches out, his lips touch hers,
And
he will save us all.
The Doctor catches her then, and lays her on the floor;
Rose wakes from her salvation and wonders what
went before;
The Doctor’s face now shows a pain, he knows his
time is done;
Though neither want, neither can staunch, the
process has begun;
Golden light
flares, and then it fades!
A
new man stands there tall,
A
diff’rent face (yet) still we know,
He
will save us all.







