Farewell the nights, farewell the days,
To blissful evenings, in endless haze,
The Gurrier’s spent, his days are numbered,
This aging pate, it longs to slumber,
He’s had his six, and twenty more,
and passed another three or four,
In burned out cars, or on the floor.
Of friends, whom have long now passed,
From knacker drinking on the grass,
Whilst ‘ere he lazed [...]
Well it’s that time of year again, the Season of Fearfulness is almost done and its time for the annual Christmas message. This year I hope you will enjoy my specially recorded gobcast. If you don’t want to hear my dulcet tones you’ll find the tale of ‘The Nightmare before Kesey’ below. Click here for [...]
Bronze of skin and tawny limbed,
The British beef in sunlight limned,
With mighty hocks and heads like blocks,
They charge together with brains of rocks.
‘Quick lads, quick its time to scrum,
So gird your loins and lick your thumb,
And lay your hand ‘pon that fellows bum.’
A grand and ’stonishing sight to see,
these men of England on bended knee.
Each [...]
Lives and works in the rare 'auld times.
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