Disco Pig

Kitchen Pig

Colander rulez

Diggin’ da piggy! Diggin’ da piggy ! Diggin’ da piggy! SWINE-OVERLORD!

Ya, das right, it Disco pig comin’ atcha like a bag of Fruitella!

Me and ma pig-brudda’s be all tearing up da clubs fo sho and Disco pig, he been spinning da platterz wot matterz iniit? In fact, Disco Pig been spinnin’ other platterz coz he been doin’ Come Dine Wiv Me on the T of V. Last night, Disco Pig had Delroy Pearson from Five Star, Vicki Michelle from dat Allo, Allo and Leonard Fenton who is Mister Dr. Legg from da Eastenders. Disco Pig won wiv his Moroccan inspired Kefta and chips. Dat some tasty dish I laid on them muthas. Fenton was well gutted.

Anywayz, time for Disco Pig to give out me musical advice from his bass-bin of tail-twirlers. Dis gonna mess ya right up!

 

Ramm Jamm and Gran Spam – Feed it some liver and let it live

The Spellbound Toddlers – Bright colours

Fracking Marvelous – Spanklebracelet

The Budleigh Salterton Cruize Party – Bowling green tragedy

Bobby Halitosis – Huffing in ya hand

The Ocelot Bombers – Whispering tramp, proud at heart

They Might be Muffins – Cup cake mix up

Antimacassar – Greasy marks

Toast Float ft. Spanish Graham – Fold them before they crease (ee-zee iron remix)

Consuming the Boat – Even the oars

The Unhappy Camper – Loving in the stoat bunkers

Bum-Taps – Rear ended (by your huge love vehicle)

Incredible Nazi Goldfish – Fish tash and no lighthouse

Miss Kia-Ora – Seven year warranty

Potato Party Ft. PSY – Salty banquet


Poetry corner

Scampi shoes – by Darren Bilgejump

beach shoes

A pair of scampi shoes sit on the beach and dream of life back in the open sea…

The man he is becomes a who,
When he wears his scampi shoe,
When time to eat he always tries,
To consume packs of Scampi Fries

Because the ladies love him too,
When he shows his scampi shoe,
Breeds jealousy in in other guys,
With scampi he barely has to try

The secret to disguise the smell,
He dabs on fragrant greasy gel,
Will he ever be the same,
The scampi shoe that is now tamed


Product that sounds suspiciously like another similar product of the week…

Soon to be all the rage - Rhyming snacks.

Soon to be all the rage – Rhyming snacks.


Poetry Corner

Huffing for pebbles – by Verity Spikeflume

Some pebbles

Not the best effort all things considdered.

Taken on the face of it,
I think that I have been hit,
By culture and some awesome scenes,
And beer produced from pubs with beams

I believe the man that tells me that,
He pokes crickets with a cricket bat,
Although I have to have suspicion,
I think that he’s a dietician.

Bless this beagle that cross’eth my path,
And feed him fudge that’s made in Bath,
Bleat like a crocus and shine like a moat,
Huffing pebbles is a peculiar quote

And reader, while you read this drivel,
Your brain will most likely shrivel,
As I’m sure that you’re all aware,
This week’s poem is a bit rubbish.


Made up Facebook post of the week….

Facebook hoax

Have you tried it? Didn’t work did it….


Inappropriate business name of the week…

Shop Front

‘Hello? Is that Fun Bags Party Shop? I need a costume for my impressionable son…’


Poetry corner

Tea

Oooo…. splash it on.

Granny’s tea legs – By Hildred Crackernoun

Davie always did enjoy,
Finding Granny’s tea legs,
And posting images online,
Of his favourite sexy tent pegs

Granny’s grunting knew no bounds,
Her grimace was alarming,
Her mumping dog upon a lead,
Her handbag used for farming

She oft hung out of windows,
And whooped at passing mushrooms,
She always tried to throw things,
A sturdy handled yard broom

The bit that Davie liked the best
And all his friends agreed,
Granny sitting on a chest,
Legs drenched in sugary tea


The History of Biffordshire – with Bryan Sewage

Nestling like a duckling amongst the hills of the Nylwolds, the historic and picturesque county of Biffordshire casts a contented and ambivalent attitude towards the modern rat-race. But the shire was forged in modernism and many are unaware of those that have fought and gouged for the land and its delights in times long past.

biff

Biffordshire born and bred

In short, Biffordshire was built on blood, grit and cake.

Indeed, so infamous is Biffordshire’s history of violence and struggle, it is a little known fact that the onomatopoeia ‘Biff’, oft used in 60’s comic book TV adaptations, originates from our furious past.

The area was originally claimed by a Land Baron named Framley Speckle-Sheet, who conquered the land from its native people – the Axfrough Pigmy tribe. The battle raged for over an hour and a half with both sides equal in terms of numbers, but each using very different tactics.

geese

Inspirational formation.

Baron Speckle-Sheet utilised a V formation for his troops after noting the success of migrating geese and their aggressiveness when cornered. Indeed, Speckle-Sheet encouraged his fighters to honk vigorously at their opponents to intimidate and confound.

The tribe leader, Esk-va-hught, (which roughly translates as ‘Basket of Case’ in our modern tongue) having studied colonies of mice, ordered his people to independently run around in random circles looking for scraps of food and soft material with which to build nests.

As you can imagine, with such even hands, very few survived the clash with both sides reporting losses in excess of 85 per cent. These numbers were disputed when, in 1975, a colony of 13th generation Axfrough were found living in a hollow tree around the original site of the battle – their ancestors having successfully nested there during the slaughter.

pawn

Deadly

Speckle-Sheet ultimately prevailed after he personally killed Esk-va-hught by forcing a Chess pawn up his nose, embedding it in the tribe leader’s frontal cortex. No easy feat in the heat of the battle.

The remaining Axfrough were hounded across the border into what we now call Glockenshire where they remained until being wiped out in the great scissor famine of 1686.

Biffordshire, or Sheetik-Ily-Shankle as it was then known, enjoyed a period of relative calm for the next 150 years being presided over by the Speckle-Sheet lineage. But the coming of the Industrial Revolution and the building of the earwig factories was about to change the landscape for ever….

Next time on The History of Biffordshire… Bryan explores the land wrangles of the capitalists that help shape the counties wealth and also gives an insight to why the local architecture so closely follows that of Lithuania.

Bryan will be hosting a local history and narcotics presentation at next month’s Shire Horse Show and Shine at Hexblightly Show Ground in the tent directly behind the Dubstep arena. Please remember to bring your own specimen bottles as stock may be limited on the day.


Poetry corner

Fried Green Guillemot at the Taunton Deane Services – by Fresty Stables

M5

The M5 some time ago.

The pilot of his trusty steed,
Denzel pulled over to relieve his need,
M5 and coffee combo decreed,
A stop at hallowed Taunton Deane

Past the tempting flashing lights,
Slot machines offering cash delights,
Towards the phone shop offering bits,
A charger ancient Nokia’s fit

The Gents beckons with toilet stalls,
A place to let his trousers fall,
To stare hard at urinal cakes,
Or for that movement long since baked

Before his goal was gratefully reached,
His single minded mission was breached,
A stall that once sold travel socks,
Now sells Fried Green Guillemot

Denzel greed now firmly in mind,
Joined the queue for this new find,
But sadly his bladder could take no more,
His shame leaked out on to the floor


Disco Pig

Pig in a hat

Well, we had to make it look a bit Festive.

Whaaaaaaaatuuuuupp swifty piggggieeeeees! Yeah, it the X of Mas already and Disco pig, he be as happy about it as a pig in brandy butter.

The pig-crib is ram full of tinsel and ma bruvs, they be out singin’ Carols and grabbin’ some cash for it. Dem boys can hold a descant like swine angels!
So, Disco Pig gonna hit wrap you up with some cataclysmic hoof-thumpas to help ya festivities along. An’ stick a bow on it. Piggy style…

 

The Shoe Horns Ft. Barry Goblin – Smacking the stoat

Alzheimer’s Collective – Do they know it’s Christmas?

Swedish Salmon – Gravlax be thy name

Flute up the shoot – Acolyte gravy

Fat Man Beard – Pulling a Cracker

Neon Orange Tan – The Ballad of Lakeside

Mythical Maps – So here it is. Merry Christmas

Strangely Green Movement – Red wine before bed

The Presents Present Presidents – Daryl’s had all the best biscuits yet again

Derrick Hailstone and the Overwrought Working Party – Mighty are the whelk

Pointing out the Bleeding Obvious – So this is Christmas

Oliver Turkey Baste – Unusual Soup

Chaser Lights – Fuse Trippin’

Made Up Terms – Crowd Sourcing Ideas

Fire Hazard – Stockings by the Fire

 

Well… inspired. I’m sure Disco Pig will be back soon enough in the New Year. So that’s good I suppose.