This day is call’d the last of LUG Radio.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d,
And rouse him at the name of Jono.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say ‘To-morrow is Procter, Sweet, Langridge and Bacon’
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say ‘These wounds I had on LUG Radio’s day.’
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Ben the Hero, Bruno and Neuro,
Revell and Roger, Morley and Goodwin-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb’red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And July nineteenth shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of geeks;
For he to-day that spills his beer with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in Wolverhampton now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That drank with us upon LUG Radio’s end.
With apologies to, well, everyone.Pin It