Ferry. Bryan, Very tall, greased black-haired musician who used to front ‘Roxy Music’ and usually had a group of young women in tow. As he is now in his seventies, I’m guessing some (if not all) of those qualities have now passed him by.
‘Ferryman. Don’t Pay The,’ A 1982 Chris De-Burgh song which suggests that it is never a good idea to pay a ferryman (or even discuss the cost of travel) before you make a trip with him. Because once he has taken your money he will probably ‘do you in’ before you ever reach your destination. Funny enough, I very much feel the same way about some bus drivers.
Ferry. Reedham, Extremely short ‘ferry’ journey across a very small stretch of the Norfolk Broads. Such is Reedham’s choice of an aged raft for their arterial road, over that of a decent modern bridge, I cannot visit the place without thinking that if I could build a high enough ramp, I could jump it like they used to in ‘The Dukes of Hazzard’.
The time it takes for the ‘Reedham Raft’ to leave the other shore and head back to Reedham gives one just enough time to sample the local ale, meet a nice girl, buy a house, get married, have fifteen kids and choose to retire there.
‘Ferry. Rock’, Big-selling album for ‘Duffy’ – a woman who seems to be able to sing through her mouth and nose both at the same time. Tracks on the album tended to mostly focus on ‘man troubles’. Duffy then disappeared from the music scene after a few hits and the big-selling album. (See also under: ‘Sade’).
‘Ferryman? Who Pays The, A 1977 BBC TV serial that wasn’t half as good as its location and starring some old geezer called Jack Hedley. Not really notable in any sense of the word. And certainly aimed at the BBC’s middle to upper-class audience with drinks cabinets, rather than ITV-loving ’sofa jockeys’ with their box of Stellas and 200 bootleg fags.
‘Mersey. Ferry cross the,’ This should be under the category ‘Mersey’ – not ‘Ferry’. Never mind, it’s here now! Anyway, it is a 1964 song sung by Gerry And The Pacemakers in the the film of that name. The song’s all about post war people taking their daily boatride into the place they love – - – Birkenhead! Goodness know why they always chose to take the ferry rather than use the faster Mersey tunnel! Perhaps they were claustrophobic or siderodromophobic or ‘broke’ or something.
The lyrics of ‘Ferry Cross The Mersey’ go something like this…
People around every corner
They seem to smile and say
We don’t care what your name is boy
We’ll steal ya’ car anyway