Monkeybroth classifieds
Posted: 05/04/2012 Filed under: Monkeybroth classifieds Leave a comment
For sale – Grand Piano
Nearly new finished in tiger-stripe vinyl. Would suit travelling salesman or similar. Children force reluctant sale. Comes with free carry handle and a singing mollusc hiding under the keys.
email for full details – hugespiders@tmail.mom
!!!!@LOOK@!!!! Rare Kenwood mixer!!!!!
One of 34,000,000 made. Has modified blades made from moon rock. Only used for grinding up spoons twice. Unique opportunity. First to see will be shy.
email shartheart@mydayz.gah for abuse.
Really long Ford Granada estate in jet black
50,000 miles only 4th and 5th gear never used. Very shiny with a huge custom flat rear load bay. Never raced or rallied! Perfect family car.
Contact willisgrahamandson@death.crem
Free to a good home
Some spaghetti that I cooked last night but did too much. Rather than waste the excess, do you want it? Can post for a small fee (mainland only please). No canvassers or resellers please.
email leftoverstonight@spinyfish.bah
Peter Foust-Grumpert and his blog within a blog
Posted: 04/04/2012 Filed under: Peter Foust-Grumpert | Tags: april, cheese, quality, street, uttoxeter Leave a commentYo, (I can be pretty ‘Street’ when I need to be guys)
I know you’ve all been waiting for my latest post, so Peter’s going to put you out of your misery and brighten your day.
Afterburners on!
Moonman the Apocalyptic – your April stars my darlings….
Posted: 03/04/2012 Filed under: Moonman the Apocalyptic | Tags: horoscopes, lunar, moon, moonman, mystic, star signs Leave a commentYour weekly horoscope with our resident stargazer Moonman the Apocalyptic….
Hi guys, Moonman the Apocalyptic here back for another starry-eyed gaze into your future. What a week I’ve had my little star benders. On Monday a group of builders mistook me for mercurial pop star PJ Harvey, while my local Budgens completely ran out of Party Rings. All predicted by me last week of course. Here’s my horoscope for you for the week ahead my lovely little beads of sweaty love….
Aquarius
Water, water and lots of it to drink. Not in the South East though eh Aquarians? Never mind, do you remember that African child you sponsored back in 1984? Well, this week he’ll knock on your door demanding food and lodgings. Pretend to be out if you dare Aquarius.
Lucky job: Party planner
Pisces
‘Overblown politicians blow over blow pipe imports’ will be the rather natty headline in your local paper on Thursday, Pisces. It’s a fascinating story but my main concern dear, dear Pisces is your love life. Or lack of it, you infuriatingly stupid bag of a person you. For heaven’s sake lose the moustache and buy a waistcoat – I have spoken Pisces…
Lucky 80s singer: Hazel O’Connor
Aries
Ooo you are super Aries – all bold and ram like. Look at you with your wool all glistening and welcoming in the thin early April sunshine. Tuesday will see a lovely boil develop on your love rat of a husband’s forehead but don’t let that put you off pickling your eggs. With the new moon rising wearily it’s the ideal time to stop hiding in bushes by the church. And anyway, the cops are on to you Aries.
Lucky weapon: A big tank
Taurus
Hirsute and manly are never words that could be used to describe your mother, if we are being honest Taurus. Still, Friday will be one of those days you’ll want to write home about as you end up buying a pen and a saucy seaside postcard. Mercury’s argument with Jupiter does mean you’ll end up on the sofa again on Saturday night, but with the television all to yourself the possibilities are limited.
Lucky limb: Arm
Gemini
The moon loves a challenge and so will spend all week climbing all over Mercury. Its gravitational pull will see life confidence surge through your frankly ridiculous body this week, dear Gemini. With the stars and planets going ape muck insane you’ll have a chance to finally ring the World Wrestling Federation and leave a message for Noel Edmonds. He’s free Thursdays. I think it’s your knees I hate more than anything.
Lucky dictator: Mussolini
Cancer
I’ve heard from your husband, dear Cancer. He’s just bought a house in Dudley and doesn’t want to be with you anymore. You can keep all the paperweights but he would like the Bunty Magazine 1974 Christmas Annual back. His new girlfriend likes Bunty. Thanks heavens for the benevolent wonder of the firmament Cancer! ALL the paperweights!
Lucky island: Wight
Leo
Leo the lion – ha ha ha ha ha – you’re basically a lion, Leo…. ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Lucky drink: Strong West Country cider
Virgo
Thanks to Saturn’s corns your West Wing box sets become lost in the post. On Monday, after a heavy night on the sauce, you’ll wake to discover you have slept with a starting pistol. Don’t bother – he won’t call you and he won’t respect you. Nice breakfast though. On Wednesday, watch out for the pigeons on Human Street. They look like they are watching you for a reason, which is that they are watching you.
Lucky luck: Luck
Libra
There’s much more to being a lollipop lady than first glance Libra. It’s not all sexy uniforms and hanging around outside schools with big signs you know. There’s loads of other stuff involved. More pertinently you’ll get bumped into by a former president of the Democratic Republic of the Congo, on Wednesday morning, outside WH Smiths. Smile politely and walk on Libra – don’t even think about asking him about his BMX.
Lucky nostril: The left one – no as you look at it
Scorpio
You will finally fall in love this week dear Scorpio! Big, spunky ice hockey players from the Moronto Maples ice hockey team will be in your local tobacconists on Tuesday, selecting souvenirs to send home to Canada. For Christ sakes, sort your hair out, get some slap on and snare yourself a Maple man you untidy, baggy heap of an arse-bendingly idiotic trollope.
Lucky shop: Staples
Sagittarius
Thank god for Sagittarians everywhere. Bringing some sanity into this horsed-up world of ours. It’s going to be a great week for you Sagittarius. Mostly because Neptune has forgotten to sort out that Council Tax direct debit and has got a date for the magistrates through the post. He’s cool about it though – he’s being all laid back and Channel 5’s Home and Away about it. It helps you out too, you entirely beautiful sack of tulips you, as Mercury gets annoyed and orders a tramp to give you his last bottle of Thunderbird. Happy days!
Lucky clucky: A chicken
Capricorn
An email from Ryan Giggs is the best possible start to the week eh Capricorn? Unfortunately, it will go straight to spam and you’ll delete it. Ah well, there’s plenty more harmful carcinogens in the sea eh Cappy old thing? Your cousin sends on a grow your own moustaches kit for your birthday in the post, so its ying and frigging yang ain’t it Capricorn eh? eh?
Lucky mucky: Razzle
Aaaaa – it’s Rock Stars in the morning folks!
Posted: 03/04/2012 Filed under: Rockstars in the morning... | Tags: breakfast, Crunchy Nut, Phil Colliins, Sugar Puffs Leave a commentRockstars in the morning…
No.2: Phil Collins
Phil Collins’ Mum: “Phil Collins!….Phil Collins!…come on you’ll be late for school. Are you getting up, it’s 7.45!”
Phil Collins: “Yes, mum, I’m just coming…”
Phil Collins’ Mum: “In the air tonight love?”
Phil Collins: “No….I am just coming down for breakfast.”
Phil Collins’ mum: “What do you want? Sugar Puffs or Crunchy Nut Bites?”
Phil Collins: “Erm…Sugar Puffs”
Phil Collins’ mum: “Please…”
Phil Collins: “Please….”
Phil Collins mum: “Good boy Phil Collins, good boy.”
More morning musical mayhem next time, folks!
Restaurant de rance jambon vert
Posted: 27/03/2012 Filed under: Monkeybroth cuisine | Tags: cheese, geese, Pendle, stools Leave a commentAt our restaurant just off the trail at the summit of Pendle Hill, we employ only the tallest chiefs to ensure quality at altitude, not attitude. No hair guaranteed! Stool kicking included in the price.
Starters
Betty Boop in a zoot suit soup
Grindings of gas with a Volvo boot strut
A frotting of loose chippings
Main
Gnat sack goujons with a ships bilge topping
Scooter spleen splunked on a beaver farm
A flag of nappy cheese extolled in the virtues of space travel
Moist retching geese (retched at your table for freshness)
Pudding will be..
Notable by its heavy sigh.
There is a service charge which may vary depending on various variables. Check your variables before arrival.
Another thought of the week – with the very Rev Archbishop of Toad-in-the-Wold
Posted: 26/03/2012 Filed under: Thought for the week, Uncategorized 1 CommentThought of the week
With the extremely and hugely reverend Archbishop of Toad-in-the-Wold, Dr Robert Carolgees…
“Many of you will know and appreciate I am certain about the church’s stance on same-sex marriages and it is with this thought running through my head that I sat down with my live-in helper to play Scrabble the other night. As you may recall my house is kindly paid for from the generous pockets of my parishioners, and as Gumpert and I settled down to lock mental horns over a taxing game of word play, I plumped my cushions in order to comfort myself for the challenge ahead. Gumpert was noisily masticating on the last Findus Crispy Pancake, which he had snuck away at the back of the freezer out of my ecclesiastical reaches, the little scamp.
As the crumbs from his meaty treat scattered themselves onto the floor, I felt annoyed that alas the vacuum Hoover, kindly supplied to me by my parishioners, had long lain dormant in the cupboard, and was resting lazily against the bottles of communion wine left over from my New Year’s Eve party in 2004. As Gumpert crunched against the crust of the pancake, which, I was to discover through a spray of reconditioned chicken meat and orangey breadcrumbs, was his favourite bit of a crispy pancake, my thoughts weighted heavy on me. How would we ever get the half chewed and saliva encrusted pancake from the expensive Persian rug, so kindly provided to me by my parishioners?
As I pondered, I resigned myself to having to clear up the ungodly mess with a dust pan and brush. Gumpert wasn’t in a position to help; he was too busy draining a can of Vimto and had decided at that very moment to roll one of his foul-smelling Moroccan cigarillos. As I stood to fetch the dust pan, a sudden beam of ethereal light illuminated the handle to one of the drawers in the drawing-room. I rose to investigate and pulled sharply at the drawer to discover a transparent pouch stuffed full of Hoover bags. I do believe that the Lord was speaking to me at that very moment.
Suddenly the solution became clear to me – why, perhaps by changing the bag on the Hoover I could rid the rug of crispy pancake globules and indeed perhaps be able to tackle the now spat out Vimto with effective gusto. Rising in an almost trance like state I fetched the Hoover and simply, and without fuss, changed the bag. With Gumpert now snoozing on the sofa in a rather natty pose, I simply hoovered up the offending crumbage. What would have taken me many hours with my dust pan and brush and taken mere seconds – verily the Lord doth move in mysterious ways!
More divine nonsense from Dr Robert Carolgees next week folks!
Disco pig – I is back my little trotters ai-eeeeeeeee
Posted: 26/03/2012 Filed under: Disco Pig Leave a commentYo – what it is my little porcine porkers of love – oh yes, Disco pig is baaackkk wiv more of me hot toons to download right now. Hear what I say – I ain’t being rash (er) dese tracks have been rockin the sty this week and me and Mrs Disco Pig have worn our little trotters out viv all the dancin’ we been doing an dat. Screech them out loud my little truffle sniffers – they are de frazzles…
DJ Terryandjune feat. Anneka Rice – Have you put the cat out, Barry?….Barry? Oh I’ll do it
The Ladyhonkers – Squat and give me ten private
Kaiser Wilhem II – Pointy helmets
The Tea-towel holders feat. Noddy Holder – Congealed but still itchy
Supersonic prostitutes – Everything I do (I do for a tenner)
The Problematic Onions – Parsley is a garnish, bacon is a meat…
The husband embalmers – Appendicitis won’t go away
DJ Kumquat – Loving the horse, Steve, loving it
Barry Toadstool – Lick it until its September 13th
The Automatic Avacadoes – Na na na na na na na na na na na (every time you go upstairs)
Gary’s got Dandruff – And he smells of wolves
DJ Polly-styrene – I’ll be…(wrapped around your new electrical items)
The Fake Vicars – Tea time for Marjorie
Where are they now? – Rainbow’s Bungle
Posted: 26/03/2012 Filed under: Where are they now? Leave a commentTo many he was Thames TV’s go-to bear for children’s entertainment, but behind closed doors, Bungle was a troubled soul. Having been the lynch-pin that won Rainbow the 1975 Society of Film and Television Arts Award for Best Children’s Programme, the pressure to succeed was a cross that he had to bare throughout his professional career.
As with many TV protagonists at the top of their game, it was no surprise that substance addiction was his crutch. In our interview, Bungle bares all…
Peter Foust-Grumpert and his blog within a blog
Posted: 21/03/2012 Filed under: Peter Foust-Grumpert Leave a commentHi,
You know who I am, but just in case you’ve been living on the moon recently, I am the soon to be knighted owner of my blog.
Why not snuggle under my comfy blanket of sultry musings and see just what Peter F-G can do for your spirit?
Who knows, you just might learn something great…. 😉
Your email
Posted: 19/03/2012 Filed under: It's your emails | Tags: ash, Gower, mars, Sibford, Steve Wright Leave a commentQ) Dear Monkeybroth
Do you remember the time I knew a Girl from Mars?
Ash, UK
Monkeybroth says:
Hi Ash,
I think it rings a bell old chap. Was it during that party in Sibford Gower back in 1988? I remember you bumping into a very nice young lady who worked in confectionary. She tested Marathon bars for nut-consistency if I recall. Halcyon days…
Why not look her up on FaceBook or send an embarrassing shout-out to her on Steve Wright’s Sunday Love Show and subsequently find that she has married rather better than you hoped and was very happy. Never go back Ash. Never go back.





