- Great Balls Of Fire (1957) Jerry Lee Lewis
- You’re Driving Me Crazy! (What Did I Do?) Guy Lombardo and his Royal Canadians; vocalist, Carmen Lombardo
- Lucille (1977) Kenny Rogers
- Moon Talk (1958) Perry Como
- Silence Is Golden (1967) The Tremeloes
- She Thinks I Still Care (1962) George Jones
- How Do You Do It? (1963) Gerry and The Pacemakers
- With A Little Help From My Friends (1968) Joe Cocker
- The Hucklebuck (1949) Roy Milton and his Solid Senders
- The Hucklebuck (1949) Paul Williams and his Hucklebuckers
- The Woodpecker Song (1940) Glenn Miller and his Orchestra; vocalist, Marion Hutton
- The Hucklebuck (1965) Brendan Bowyer
- Singin’ In The Rain (1929) Cliff Edwards
- Ebony Eyes (1961) The Everly Brothers
- I’m In Seventh Heaven (1929) Al Jolson; with The Vitaphone Orchestra
- Pretty Blue Eyes (1959) Steve Lawrence
- My Own Peculiar Way (1965) Joe Dolan
- Hello Stranger (1963) Barbara Lewis
- Forty-Second Street (1933) Don Bestor and his Orchestra; vocalist, Dudley Mecum
- The River Of Dreams (1993 ) Billy Joel
- Strawberry Wine (1996) Deana Carter
- Mean Girl (1973) Status Quo
- See See Rider Blues (1942) Bea Booze
- Hey! Little Girl (1957) The Techniques
- Yakety Yak (1958) The Coasters
- A Windmill In Old Amsterdam (1965) Freddie and The Dreamers
- The Old Spinning Wheel (1933) Ray Noble and his Orchestra; vocalist, Al Bowlly
- Ready Teddy (1956) Little Richard
- Miss Otis Regrets (She’s Unable To Lunch Today) (1934) Ethel Waters
- Beside You (1958) The Crests
- See See Rider Blues (1925) Ma Rainey
- Good For Nothin’ (1952) Marlene Dietrich, with Rosemary Clooney
- Hangman’s Boogie (1949) Cowboy Copas
- Land Of 1000 Dances (1963) Chris Kenner
- Thinkin’ Ain’t For Me (1967) Paul Jones
- You Gotta Have Love In Your Heart (1971) The Supremes and The Four Tops
- Life Begins At Forty (1937) Sophie Tucker
- I’m Too Sexy (1991) Right Said Fred
- I Love You More Than Words Can Say (1967)
- Lullabye (1959) The Chevrons
Small Taro
We were eating lunch when I questioned Tiki as to just what the circular purplish vegetable was. “Taro!”, she replied. “I dug it up from our back garden, but it wasn’t as big as I thought it would be!”.
“It seems I’ve heard a similar comment before!”, I offered with a wry smile.
Only Joking!
Some years ago, Tiki announced to me that her nose was ‘running’.
I foolishly quipped, “It’s probably trying to get away from the rest of your face!”
It then took me at least the next fifteen minutes to seemingly convince her that my words were spoken in jest and were uttered only with the desired intention of making her laugh.
A Hapless Holiday
It was around the mid-eighties when we made the decision to holiday in Cairns, a regional city in the far north of Queensland.
It was about three days into our stay that we decided to book a diurnal, return journey, aboard a small aeroplane, to Lizard Island. It included transportation to and from the city’s airport. Tiki felt sorry for the couple who were obviously struggling to keep their business viable and, therefore, paid the woman in advance, despite her having stated that there would be time for that upon our return.
Having told Tiki that she and her husband had recently separated and that he, therefore, might not be in a friendly mood, the lady had asked for our shoe sizes, in order that the right sized flippers would accompany us. However, when it came time to don mine to swim out to the reef and observe the truly impressive coral and colourful fish, only my left flipper would fit and even then this had been preceded by quite a struggle.
Nevertheless, I really did not give much thought to the fact that my right foot remained bare, especially as our time in the water was consumed by our observations. However, as we neared the shore’s shallow waters I decided to walk to the beach. My first step managed to find the softest seagrass imaginable, however, my second was immediately inflicted by the most intense pain imaginable and when I lifted my right foot there was an orange barb of some four inches in length protruding from the bottom of its big toe.
Once I realised that the venom was not about to swiftly terminate my life, my instinctive reaction was to immediately extract the barb. However, even this did little to alleviate the agony, although this was almost briefly replaced by the incredulity and sheer disbelief that I experienced when we learned that our host and pilot did not possess a first-aid kit of any kind.
Our belated lunch came and went and then, mercifully, it was time to board our flight to return to Cairns. A woman in our small group had fallen over and grazed her knee. However, she still had empathy for me as the poison injected had already caused my foot to swell and the reddening of the skin was in the process of extending up my leg, almost to the knee. She kindly offered to dab my toe with perfume and although this made no discernible difference to the pain, I felt obliged to state that it had.
Just when we believed that the situation could not worsen, the pilot announced that an emergency had arisen with the aircraft and that he would have to land at the isolated Cow Bay Airfield. We endured a wait of perhaps twenty minutes while our pilot engaged in an animated conversation with the only person there, a gentleman in a four-wheel drive. Finally, an agreement was reached between the pair, that he could borrow the vehicle, and we and our belongings were transferred from the plane to it..
Our host explained that if he could not get us to the Daintree River in time to board the last ferry, at five o’clock, he would have to pay for our night’s accommodation. Obviously, such a scenario would have been a financial incumbrance to the business and, as time was very much on the wing, he drove like a man possessed, with little thought to those of us in his care.
The week that followed meant that I was on a course of antibiotics. The fact that my right foot remained swollen resulted in me hobbling about Cairns and its environs, with a shoe on one foot and a thong on the other.