The YMCA
When I personally think of the YMCA I always immediately start singing the song and doing the actions. I do find it quite difficult to get the letters in the right order but when I do I try again because it’s important to never give up but to try again.
I myself recently discovered that the YCMA isn’t just a song though. It’s also an important organisation which helps less important people. I found this very interesting and have been doing some research into it.
Me myself and I have found out that the YAMC is not what it was 30-50 years ago. I wasn’t born then so I don’t know what it was then but whatever it was it isn’t now.
People who stay at the YMAC often go to food banks. I don’t know what a food bank is but if its a bank then you must be able to leave your food there and take it out again when you want to eat it. But also people staying at the MACY see more settled and not in so much need for the food bank.
AMCY are not supporting those to succeed and those people are falling further into deterioration.
Someone once went into the MCYA and asked to use the toilet and were refused. I don’t think that’s very good at all. Dictator Dullard was furious when they said no to her.
I tried to arrange a meeting with the AYCM to talk to them about my findings because I’m sure they will find them as interesting as I myself do, but they said they were too busy helping people to be able to spare the time.
(Ed – Steve! STEVE. I thought he’d gone?
It’s like this, Sir. I was called into a meeting at the Hayloft Road Palace Retirement Home for Bemused and Bewildered BeFuddled Party ex-Teachers (and others) by the Smalltown Administration Guru. During the meeting Dictator Dullard and Deputy Dictator Cruella Sherry told me that we have to keep him.
Ed – What?? No. Please, no.
There’s good news though. If we do keep him then we get to keep our hands as well.
Or was it the young at heart skipping away, frustratedly next door, asking for more soup please?