Wednesday, 26 March 2014

new series of mad comedy podcasts coming soon folks

New series of my weird wacky nutty and oddball comedy podcasts coming soon...stay tuned for further updates...

Sunday, 23 February 2014

archbishops etc

Last yesterday I was sitting very much within my abode-residence when I realised that The Archbishop of Canterbury was loitering in the lounge.  When I enquired why he was trespassing in this way he said he was the Archbishop of Canterbury and could do what he liked.  He then told me in no uncertain terms that 'Come Dine With Me' was on at any minute and no way would he leave until he had watched it.  Fearing for his sanity, I recommended a local doctor.  Surprisingly pleased with this suggestion, The Archbishop shook my hand and offered me the use of Canterbury whenever I needed it.  An unusual evening, then, but one not without its Archbishop of Canterburys.

Sunday, 16 February 2014

ironing etc


Yesterday(yesterday) I visited the Museum of Ironing Boards in West Northeastshire. They had ironing boards the like of which I had never seen before or since.  One ironing board was made out of old mattresses which meant that the ironee could have a quick kip afterwards. Another board was balanced on a tightrope several miles above the ground to give the ironing experience a sense of danger.  Never had I seen such an ironic display.  I certainly recommend the museum if you are studying ironing, and further details can be gleaned from visiting www.the-museum-of-ironing-boards-in-west-northeastshire.co.uk.com.org.ac.uk..com.co.com.com.dot.com.yesterday.com.com.





      

Saturday, 1 February 2014

Clogs etc



Yesterday morning, or was it last year (I can never remember), I went to Tim Fotheringale's mother's uncle's neighbour's father's house.  It was nice to see Tim's mother's uncle's neighbour's father again, as he has been a good friend to me since I was a thing.  He is a charming host, despite his tendency to throw biscuit tins at my head.  He has been to see the doctor about this, who told him to leave as he kept throwing biscuit tins at his head as well.  All in all, he keeps throwing biscuit tins at people's heads.

What I really wanted to ask him about was his experience of clog dancing, which I am studying at Weirdshoe University.  Kindly, he told me everything he knew about it, although only in Morse Code so, as he said, the information wouldn't 'fall into the wrong feet.'  I knew very little in the way of Morse, so decided to stop off at the local Code Cracking Centre on the way home. They were shut.  Ah well, such is the way of the world and other similar places such as Bolton, and of course, Weybridge.    

Tuesday, 21 January 2014

pipe cleaner


Yesterday morning/evening (delete as applicable) I went round to see my neighbour-in-chief Bazil Frintonby as I wanted to borrow one of his pipe cleaners in case I ever took up smoking.  Sadly he had no pipe cleaners to speak of, but instead invited me to borrow a walnut in case I ever took up eating walnuts.  Or indeed, smoking them.  I declined his offer and instead asked for the loan of a Hargoyne as I had seen one in the corner.  Some of you might not know what a Hargoyne is.  At this point his unusually mauve wife Goopton turned up and began screaming something about Birmingham Polytechnic, while throwing sherbet all round the room.  Sensing it was time to leave, I left. Nevertheless without people like Bazil and Goopton, I wouldn't have had anything to do yesterday morning/evening (delete as applicable).