Posts Tagged ‘Rock Music’

Here at Gfb we are always keen to save a few bob. As my Nan used to say, “Look after the pennies Ginger Junior and think about petty crime as a career option.” Old school was Nan.

Recently we enquired about the cost of a Safari to Kenya. “Just for two mate, not the entire cast of Hair!” I replied to the quote the sweaty travel agent provided.

As we walked back to Turnham Green, we bumped into our old friend and economy traveller supreme Contour D. Klepto. “Sell me your teeth Fightback” was his opening gambit.

I explained my predicament. He thrust into my hand a copy of his latest book “Drug Trotting – Round The World On A Stuffed Rectum”.

Chapter 7 outlined his recent trip to Kenya and the magnificent Masai Mara game reserve. We offer an abridged version here.

Day 1 – Hyde Park London – London Balloon Festival – pinch dirigible shaped like Princess Anne’s head – float towards Kent Coast. Faisal, a Moroccan shoeshine, awoke in balloon’s basket with a start.

Day 1 – The Channel – Losing height – throw Faisal out – he lands in briny – his sturdy Fez takes most of the impact.

Day 3 – France – Shot down over Marseille by scrambled French fighter jets – a balloon the shape of Princess Anne’s head is easy meat for a Dassault 125 Chirac. Land in Hummus factory on outskirts of City.

Day 3 – France – Find employment in Hummus factory as chick pea crusher. My naturally powerful buttocks very handy. Locals think I have a fine sense of hummus.

Day 17 France – Cadge a lift on articulated lorry carrying three thousand hummus cartons bound for Italy. My rucksack contains thirty tubs.

Day 18 Italy – Hitchhiking – picked up by former German International Footballer – Gerhard Spanker. It was Spanker who won the last gasp moustache grow off with Gary Mackerel that sent England crashing out of the 1985 World Cup.

Day 18 Italy – Arrive at Silvio Berlusconi’s Lake Como villa. Silvio is having a new head stapled to his neck. Spanker falls into arms of an 18 year old busty beauty who describes herself as a wannabee lab technician seeking a cure for Alzheimer’s. She answers the phone by speaking to a fridge door.

Day 19 Italy – bribe a policeman, with three tubs of hummus, to drive me to port of Brindisi. Policeman wants to meet a girl who is lab technician seeking a cure for Alzheimer’s. I know just the girl. Kind of.

Day 20 – Stowaway on the “SS Catenaccio” which is carrying a cargo of pita breads and pre-chopped dipping vegetables to Alexandria!

Day 22 – Alexandria, Egypt – use empty hummus pots to build false camel hump – lashed myself to a Dromedary which is part of a Caravan bound for Ethiopia. Surprised nobody notices me.

Day 68 – Egypt/Sudan Border – Bad breathed male camel takes a shine to me. Worrying.

Day 75 – Northern Sudan – Male camel buys me presents and plays Jim Reeves CD in bizarre courtship ritual. Very worrying.

Day 308 – Ethiopian Border – Bump into Bob Geldof and Bono – they are making ham and tomato sandwiches for (presumably) starving locals – Bono is a natural spreader – great wrist action. I offer last pot of hummus and tell them my tale. Geldof to set up concert to raise funds for last leg of journey.

Day 309 – Geldof tells me that so far only Huey Lewis and The News have signed up to “Hump Hummus Aid” –  Bono asks me to nip to his private jet and pick up a bottle of Mayonnaise as he is running low.

Day 309 – Land stolen Bono Boeing in Nairobi Airport. Bribe Kenyan officials with three thousand rounds of ham, cheese and crab paste sandwiches – and four hand finished Cornish Pasties.

Day 310 – Hire Masai Mara warrior to guide me on last leg of journey. The narrow Kenyan roads make manoeuvring Bono’s Jumbo awkward. Pick up a speeding ticket.

Day 312 – Make it! Watch Pride of Lions eat a Tzatziki magnate. Thank my lucky stars. Discover two other things. Lions love Cornish Pasties but struggle with the music of U2.

“Give us me fookin’ Jumbo back!” Bono cries from his spare jet.

Price Comparison

British Airways

Flights; London to Nairobi – Time 10 hrs 30 minutes

2 Week Safari Package – £2,650 per person

Tight Fisted Traveller

Time Taken 7,488 Hours

Travel Costs – Nil!

You Decide!

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Hello Folks!

My name is Terry Cotter. I’m a Potter.

I have been potterising for nearly two decades now. I stock a wide range of ceramic goods in my shop down here in Lower Swell.

Gingerfightback was pottering around my pottery the other day and offered me the chance to pen a regular arts column as long as I didn’t press charges and let him put the teapot and banister rails back where he found them.

So, without further ado, here are some reviews of some of my favourite bits from the world they call “Art”.

1. Painting

The Mona Lisa – A very good painting. It’s got colours and everything.

He Painted It – But Without A Yorkshire Pudding On His Head

2. Movies

The Exorcist – scared the bejesus out of me. He’s a lad is Satan!

3. Classical Music

Beethoven’s 7th – has some good bits in it. Deaf as a post Beethoven.

4. Rock Music

The Clash – The Clash – has some good songs. Goodness they WERE angry.

5. Ballet

Swan Lake – has some good dancing in it. Goes on a bit though.

These are purely my views. Do you have any views on my views? If so send me your views on my views for others to view!

PS What is a Potter’s favourite rock band?

Kiln Joke!

(If you know any pottery gags please send them through – a hand thrown cup and saucer is on offer each month for the best rib tickler! By hand thrown I mean hand made and not chucked at a passer by due to one of my inexplicable rages. Don’t worry though, they are short lived. Usually).

Until next time……keep those wheels a spinning!


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