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Hung’s Wide World of Pizza

01 Friday Jul 2016

Posted by Mark in Mark, The Dining Room

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Tuna

Tuna

 

nurse02

A nice pear

Hi, Hung here. Thought I would share with you one of my all time favorite pizza toppings. It’s tuna and pear, now no emesis will be entered into on this site however this is an original way that Italians would make pizza.

Okay we will get to the tin tacks in a minute however you need six beers and a shotgun and a cat.

[Cut, cut, stop here. Emmjay here, look Hung what do you have against cats for Gordon’s sake?

Nothing boss, just that they are good at intercepting bullets]

Okay, no fun then I guess so here’s the ingredients.

One pizza dough, rolled out onto a tray for baking in the oven. I know that most of you will all have your own method of making a pizza dough but this is my simple method for one pizza.

170 ml water

1 tbsp olive oil

half tsp salt

1 tsp sugar

1 and 3/4 cups of plain flour

1 tsp yeast

Now I use the dough cycle on my bread machine however if you want to do this by hand, whisk the water sugar and yeast in a bowl and stand for 5 minutes. Chuck in everything else and blend, then on to a floured surface and belt the fuck out of it for ten minutes. Let the dough rest till doubles or about 30 minutes which is enough time to shoot some cats.

Roll the dough out to suit your baking tray. I do this on baking paper. Prick the fuck out of it with a fork.

Okay now for the sauce which you can prepare in between shooting cats or torching your neighbors fence. It’s up to you.

Get a fry pan, add olive oil, salt, pepper, garlic for 2 minutes on medium. Add onion and continue. Add tomatoes, tomato paste, wine, oregano and basil and simmer gently. Add tinned tuna. Let cool.

Shoot a cat, drink more beers, call your neighbor and Islamophobic homosexual. In most cases you will be right. If the cops come deny any knowledge of anything. After the cops leave pierce the tyres of your neighbors car and then shoot their cat.

Spread the tuna sauce on the pizza base. Now add segmented pear around the pizza and top with cheese. The pear should be soft and ready to eat.

Cook in a hot oven for 15 minutes or so. This gives you time to kill more cats and drink more beers.

Enjoy. The pear becomes sweet like pineapple and the tuna provides salt. When Tutu first made this for me I thought she was crazy however it became one of my favorite pizzas. We got this recipe from an Italian cookbook that was printed in the 1950’s.

A pizza

A pizza, well sort of…

 

 

 

Merv goes Mobile

25 Saturday Jun 2016

Posted by Mark in Mark, The Public Bar

≈ 23 Comments

The last know version of Merv

The last know version of Merv

“Hey everyone, look what I’ve got” announces Merv pointing to some sort of gadget in his hand.

“What is it?” asks Gerard looking rather inquisitively at the object of Merv’s glee.

“Fucked if I know but granny gave it to me” replies Merv. “Lets ask Angler, he’ll know”

Angler examines the object at some length. “Nah, dunno but it has a picture on the back like some form of half eaten berry and the word Eyefone” says Angler.

“What the fuck is an Eyefone?” asks Gib W “And more importantly anyone got any drugs?”

“Granny didn’t use it either but she said it makes funny noises sometimes” informs Merv.

“Jesus wept, you lot are a bunch of dumb arses, it’s a mobile phone” states Nurse Barbara. “You ring people on it”

Merv was dumbfounded. What did ring people mean. He was too afraid to ask as he didn’t want to be seen as a dumb arse. He thought back through his life and he didn’t think that he had actually ringed anyone.

“See the telephone on the bar. It’s like that except you can put this in yore pocket and take it with you when yore out so people can ring you and talk to you” explains Sister Yvonne.

“Why in Gordon’s name would anyone want to do that?” asks Gib.

“Fucked if we know” replies the crew.

Merv was having mental contortions about having a phone in his pocket when the phone rang.

“Hello it’s Emmjay” says the voice on the phone.

“Hang on, how come I’ve been ringed when I’m not out” answers Merv.

“Well you don’t have to be out to be ringed. People can ring you any time and any where, even in the out house.” replies Emmjay.

“Shit” says Merv.

“Shit exactly” says Emmjay.

Well this was just a bit too much for Merv. His thoughts were racing, his palms were sweating and he didn’t like the idea of being ringed while sitting on the toilet. What that could do to his ring was painful. This modern techno stuff was all a bit of a worry. Lets face it what was Merv going to do with the phone on the bar?

“Yes, I remember now,  I’ve herd of these Merv” interjects Gerard “Apparently you can take pitches, tell the time and even get directions from one place to another”

“Piss off Gez, are you taking the mickey. Can you order beers and pizza?” inquires Gib.

“Hope so” says Hung. “What about you Angler, ewes a techno wizard”

“Nah, lets face it, who in their right mind would want to be contactable 24 seven. Me kids have one I think but I’ll have to check with the missus” replies Angler, “Hey, I’ve got a great idea. Why don’t we all get one so that when we are at the pub wheeze can ring each other so that wheeze can tell each other what a great time wheeze are having at the pub”

“Well, we could just talk to each other” pipes in Nurse Barbara.

“Hmm” replies the crew.

 

 

 

 

Foodge Episode 70.125 – Nothing is Real

19 Sunday Jun 2016

Posted by Mark in Foodge Private Dick, Mark

≈ 16 Comments

Foodge rocks on

Foodge rocks on

Story by Mark

Foodge had a worried look on his face as he entered the front bar of the Pigs Arms. He cast his eyes around and notes the usual crowd is in, all probably trying to stay out of the rain and the warmth of the open fire this time of the year is very comforting and addictive.

“Canoe of Trotters Best pleas” requests Foodge.

a dickhead

a dickhead

“Piss off dickhead” replies Merv.

Well, poor old Foodge was taken aback. While his memories of last night and in fact of most last nights was a little hazy, he could not remember insulting, abusing or assaulting any one which in itself is odd.

“Wots your problem Merv?” asks Foodge.

“Gawn, fuck off” continues Merv in his usual laconic style. You know the type, attack first ask questions later, hmm, yes, very laid back indeed.

“What…” says Foodge but Merv pipes in.

“Hey Foodgy, like my new way of creating some controversy at the beginning of the story to keep folk interested?” inquires Merv.

“Well different I suppose but then again this is the Pigs Arms. Anyway Merv old boy there is something wrong with rock” says Foodge as he takes a long draw of beer to help calm his nerves after Merv’s new way of making friends and influencing people.

“Well ask a bloody geologist not me, I’m just a dumb waiter” laughs Merv unable to control himself.

Meathead or close

Meathead or close

“No, rock and roll you goose. Meathead had to fall over on stage to get noticed and seeing that he had two hits 40 years ago maybe that’s his new stage act, I dunno. Then my favorite band Bled Kremlin have been charged with playger something that means ripping off someone’s song” replies Foodge rather long windily not realising that the author is a lousy typist.

“And two great songs they were” interjects Nurse Barbara “two beauts just like mine” as she flashes her delightful front verandah to the cheers of the crowd, no PC here thanks.

“Yeah, wot was they, a song about a girl and another song about a girl” laughs

Sister Yvonne

Sister Yvonne

Sister Yvonne as she takes another drag of her smoke then downs a tequila shooter and a beer. Oh yes, we are all equal at the Arms. “Wot about you Hung, ewe gorgeous arsed little creature?”

Hung's arse

Hung’s arse

“It’s the gubbermint trying to repress the working class with neo fascist chemical weapons juxtaposing the syntax of the modern day man.” Gordon bloody O’Donnell, why did anyone ask him.

“It’s fucking homophobia” says Gib W “perpetrated by the main stream media. Anyone seen Angler.”

“I’m on holidays and I’m not in this episode” says Angler.

“Oh, come on then hph. Me you and Hung can go and shoot some commies or even better some neo-cons” says Gib.

“No fanks, I prefer more beer” replies hph.

“Actually me too. Merv drinks all round. Put it on Father O’Way’s tab pleas.” says Gib.

Cheers all round from the crew.

Trotters Best

Trotters Best

“Shut up you lot. It says Foodge Episode 70.125 – Nothing is Real at the top of the page so it’s my story. This is important. The neon-fascist regime, otherwise know as ABBA fans, are out to get us” implores Foodge.

“Well Bled Kremlin have form, it isn’t like they have never done what ever that word is before” says Sister Yvonne.

“Well” says Nurse Barbara “If the riff to Staircase to Kevin’s has been around for ages how come Bled Kremlin were allowed to copyright it in the first place?”

Nurse Barbara

Nurse Barbara

Silence falls upon the Arms to the point a pin dropping and hitting the floor could heard down the road and round the corner.

Game, set, match.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Raid Goes HO On

08 Wednesday Jun 2016

Posted by Mark in Mark

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Mark

Any poor individual that missed part one go here,

The Pigs Arms gets Raided

[ HOO here. Now, the situation will return to normal shortly, so in the mean time lets have a larf.]

r711197_5561452“I’ll telling you lot once and for all, keep quiet and ewes is all under arrest for terriblism. Father O’Way, Foodge, commie crap and really bad crap at that, bloody terrible” affirms DCI Copper Wire and he tries to engage inside his own broadband width. Note to self he thinks, double time Sunday, what a trap and the neo-cons want to dump it.

“Now Sargent Sulfate here will have to take statements from everyone here tonight,  meaning we will run past midnight and into over time.”

Roars from the Federal Pleece.

***

“Hey, Gordon, what do you want to do?” asks Angler On.The Face of God, Gordon O'Donnell

“Nothing yet Ace. It’s like this, I own all the money on Earth and I can always settle a score by making DCI dickhead bankrupt. Let the pleece have their moment in the sun as it will only get worse for them from here. Political tools, hmm” replies Gordon.

“Shut up ewes. I’ve got some really good acetic acid here, battered flathead and chunky chips, you know, the off your face stuff. Let’s catch the Flyer to Newcastle?” injects Gib W.

“Yeah, lagers…” say the boys and are off.

***

[Interval music]

Helen_ReddyI am woman, hear me roar
In numbers too big to ignore
And I know two much to go back and pi squared
‘Cause I’ve herd it all before
And I’ve been out there on the moor
No one’s ever going to make me go down again

Whoa, yes, I am wise
But it’s wisdom born of pain
Yes, I’ve paid the price
But look how much I ingrained

If I have to I can do anything [if you have to?]
I am strong (strong)
I am invincible (invincible)
I am woman

You can bend but never break me
‘Cause it only serves to make me
More determined to achieve my final goal
And I’ll come back even stronger
Not a novice any longer
‘Cause you’ve deepened the conviction in my soul

Whoa, yes, I am wise
But it’s wisdom born of pain
Yes, I’ve paid the price
But look how much I gained

If I have to I can do anything
I am strong (strong)
I am invincible (invincible)
I am woman

[Round of applause as feminism strikes back]

Now, here at the Pigs Arms we want you to rush out and buy some of these from our in house shop. Yes, we have secretly brainwashed you throughout the show so far to behave as free thinking individuals, yes I know, scary isn’t it, imagine having to think for yourself, wouldn’t want that now would we.

burger

Hmm, Helen burger…

fries

& McReddy Fries

 

 

 

 

 

Don’t you just love it folks. Mass produced gulg, just for you.

***

Nurse Barbara and Sister Yvonne  having given statements about how terrible is a nasty word, oh and they promise on their collective magnificent breasts that they

will never be terrible ever again , no, never, hmm, guffaw,guffaw, fair dinkum.nurse02

“Do you see that Sargent’s arse Barbara?” asks Sister Yvonne.

“Is the Pope Catholic!!” replies Barbara.

Roars of laughter from the crew.

***

“O’Hoo, last episode you said you liked blue, cream and honey, did you mean that?” asks Fern.

O'Hoo

O’Hoo

“Yes, those colors were important to me in a previous life” replies O’Hoo.

“O’Hoo?” says Fern “Will you marry me?”

“Most certainly Fern but can I check with the missus first?”

 

 

***

“My dick hurts” says Foodge after making a big mistake by not ensuring that a true biological genital juxtaposition is necessary after a trip to

The last know version of Merv

the Men’s to get said member sufficiently away from the zipper in question.

“Too much information bozo” warns Merv.

 

 

***

So my writing is so terrible it qualifies as a breach of Section 70 from the Act. Pretty impressive really.

When I discovered baked bean theory I knew that I was at the top of my game. Sandy O’Way, one day you will be a legend. The first Inner Cyberian to charged

O'Way Returns.under Section 70.

What, baked bean theory?

How long have you got.

In a nutshell baked bean theory is that the average number of beans in a 440 gram can of baked beans in tomato sauce equals the average number of runs scored in one day cricket games in the Milky Way. Brilliant stuff, wish I’d thought of it.

***

Wot?

Wot? Me Chesney

***

DCI Wire weeps, unable to report to his political masters he returns home, tail between his legs, exactly where the whole matter should have rested. Shame on you Inner Cyberian Federal Pleece, you have sold out to a group that trusted you, the man in the street, reap now what you sow.

 

 

 

The Pigs Arms gets Raided

07 Tuesday Jun 2016

Posted by Mark in Mark

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Beer Sir?

BBQ Rib Sir?

Merv was looking anxiously around the bar. All the usual patrons were in and all appeared comfortable however something was missing. There didn’t seem to be the normal spark and as Merv unleashed his usual torrent of flatulence he suddenly thought that he heard something coming from the distance, a sound growing, louder and louder by the second. A siren, shit…

Eeyore, Eeyore, Eeyore, Eeyore.

[Hang on, cut the story here. Merv here Emmjay, WTF are you doing? What sort of siren is that? That’s a fucking donkey mate!

It’s a budgetary measure I brought down in May to help save money. Call me Scro Tom Mo or what, but pay attention, this is a really good story, says Emmjay]

Pleece

The Pleece

“Okay, no one move, I’m Chief Inspector Detective Sargent Provost Corporal Lieutenant Major Colonel Wire from the Inner Cyberian Federal Pleece and ewes is all under arrest under the Anti-Terribalism Act Section Seven Tee(ATASST) or as wheeze call it down the sty, er, oops, the station the ‘at assed'” roars the officer. “My mates call me Copper, you lot can call me Sir”

Yes pleas

Yes pleas

Now if there every was a way to stir the Pigs Arms crew into action it was a copper that wanted to be called Sir, oh this should be good.

“Sir you say” inquires Nurse Barbara ” Well SIR stands for Silly Ignorant Racist, so in my language you can go and…”

“C’mon Nurse Barbara, lets join Helvi and Tutu in the Ladies Lounge. We can talk politics, home decor, orgasms and penis lengths, see ya Tiny. Copper did you bring a magnifying glass? Just asking. ” says Sister Yvonne.

The Three Wise Women

The Five Wise Women  – 2

Roars of laughter from the crew.

“So you’re Copper to the Pub, it’s the Gubbermint trying to repress the working class” interjects Hung.

“Hung, you said that last episode didn’t ya? Now shut up and pass the bong” blurts Gib W.

“No, the one before, pass the bootleg”

“Shut up ewe fools, ewes is under arrest!!!” roars Copper Wire reaching a few Mbps.

“What are we actually under arrest  for CIDSPCLMC Wire?” asks Angler, about the only one sensible in the story.

“Anti-Terribalism is when  some one blah blah blah…

***

[Interval music]

Bill and BoydPut Another Dog on the Fire

Put another dog on the fire.
Cook me up some bacon and amphetamines.
And go out to the car and change the tyre.
Suck my docks and see my dyslectic themes.
Come on, baby, you can fill my pipe,
And then go fetch my slippers.
And boil me up another pot of tea.
Then put another dog on the fire, babe,
And come and tell me why you’re leaving me.

[Misogyny rules, Bill and Boyd  ladies and gentleman, round of applause]

Now we at the Pigs Arms want you to rush out an buy one of these

hotdog

Hmm, yummy, offal

plus

Hmm, so good

Hmm, Coke, sniff, sniff

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nothing subliminal here folks.

***

Meanwhile back at the ranch Merv and Gerard are plotting with Father O’Way as to how to get rid of the pleece so everyone can back on with their normal if somewhat tedious lives.

A version of Brkon

Gez

“Sandy, ring fucking Gordon now, tell him to do a bit of that magic shit to scare off the pigs” says Gerard.

“Hey Gerard, I wanted to say that but not in that word order” replies Merv.

“Well fucking say it man, no matter what order of words, get on with it Sandy before this loon pulls a gun” instructs Gerard.

***

“Yes, GOD here and look if this is tedious you are in for a really hard time” answers Gordon on his mobile shaking his head. Why did his universal experiment mean that everyone had to have a mobile phone, hmm.

“Gordon it’s Sandy” says, well, Sandy actually.

Gordon feels hungry

Gordon

“Oh for zark’s sake Sandy of course I know its you it says zarking Sandy on the zarking screen. What do you want? Chesney is about to have his birthday party on Coronation Street” barks Gordon, Gordon O’Donnell, the creator of the universe.

“Um, er, yes, well, perhaps, hum, ah maybe wheeze in trouble and need your help. The cops are here at the Arms doing a raid and look Gez says can you do some of that scary magic shit where you appear out of no where and burn bushes and part the seas etc. etc.?”

“Would you like me to wear a clown suit? Sandy, you are at times incorrigible whatever that means. Okay, I guess I can tape Coronation Street.”

***

Sound of the Tardis, Sound of the Tardis, Sound of the Tardis, Sound of the Tardis.

[Crikey Emmjay, ewes is a cheese cake, oops cheap park, no a cheesy park scape no a cheap sake. Talk about budget priced effects  says Gib W]

“Hello GOD here, pint please Merv” as Gordon exits his portable toilet right in the middle of the bar at the Pigs Arms.

toilet“Gordon, portable toilet???” cries Merv.

“Well Kennards were out of Pleece boxes old boy” answers Gordon.

“Do not move I am CIDSPCLMC Wire from the Inner Cyberian Federal Pleece and ewe is under arrest” roasts the officer.

“Well, it’s like this. Do you believe in God, Copper to the premises?” asks Gordon.

Now for those who cannot see, read, hear or feel their own crutch, the crew in the background start to quietly withdraw from the arena as they know, dem is fighting words and Gordon is here for a fight. Note to collective self, never interrupt Gordon in the middle of an episode of Coronation Street.

“Yes I do on a matter of fact, I am a devout God botherer but how in God’s name did you appear in this bar in a portable toilet while I heard the Sound of the Tardis?” exclaims Cooper Wire as he clasps his ears and looks to the heavens thinking to himself, why oh why did I take the Sunday overtime shift, suddenly realising that double time doesn’t seem enough.article-0-1A53B59B000005DC-280_306x423

[Christ Hung, you interrupted me from Coronation Street for  this, you are dead meat mate! says Emmjay trying to figure out if it is day or night. Such simple tasks suit him.]

“Go on Gordon, turn him into a pillar of salt, you know like the good old days” says Foodge, finally getting something to say after extracting his genitals from his zipper.

“I like blue” says O’Hoo “or maybe honey and cream”

“Wide ya say that O’Hoo?” asks Fern.

“Oh, shut up, shut up the lot of you, I’m in really big trouble when I get back to the office and have to report to Malcolm” says Copper.

I told you so

I told you so

To be continued…

 

 

 

 

Foodge – 70 – Hung the Maths

03 Tuesday May 2016

Posted by Mark in Foodge Private Dick, Mark

≈ 13 Comments

Foodge, fart arsing around as usual

Foodge

Wow, I’m overwhelmed. Anyway Foodge was worried because all of his bag men had delivered to the right political party, if you get my nuance. Now it looks like they is gunna friggin lose the election. Best way to check how an election is gunna go you ask some of the patrons or even better you get Merv to do it.

“Hey patrons?” questions Merv.

“Fuck off, yes, wheeze responsible, past the bong Hung?” says Gib W.

“Pint’s all round on Gordon” cries Merv.

“Just one thing, whoose is ya votin for? You can earn a quick fiver here” continues our eternal barman.

“The sum of the square of the something equals the some of the square of something else” interjects Gerard, trying to raise the bar a bit in the debate. Worked beautifully on this crowd.

“I’m voting for good manners, fair hearts and equally to all, now where’s that fucking pint,” Angler On seizing the moment.

Mucho laughter.

“That quip was brought to you by Tindneo, Tindneo Tindneo Tindneo, the game book_him_danothat always let you win much dough dough, dah, dah, dah” sings a robot flown in for the gig at Gordon’s expense. Fancy that, a walking talking pokie machine, for gawds sake, whats next. Serves beer as well oh yes, bring it on, oops, sorry, now the rest of the story,

“I’m voting for Fuck All” says Nurse Barbara ” that way we all win, we get sweet FA and they will know SFA”

“It’s the gubbermint trying to put down the gubbermint, oops, working arses, um classes, what did I mean anyone know?” enquires Hung. “Anyway pass the bootleg?”

“I’m voting for Politicians who Stitch their Arses Up Party. Some say they are one platform but wow, Id like to see that plus their shoes, hmm, if ya know what I mean and their tight little bums and their big d…[Okay Yvonne: Mark here, too much flirting causes an author alert]” purrs Yvonne, finally wearing some clothes, even though it’s only a scarf.

“Wheel” says Gib W “How about the Purse Carrying Nancy Boys Party!”

“Purfect” cry the rest, all the hard decisions over, over to the bar for a few ales and a pizza and just forget about life for a while.

Hmm, I think I can hear grass growing…, thinks someone.

Lahmacun-(turkish-pizza) Courtesy: SBS Food

Lahmacun-(turkish-pizza) Courtesy: SBS Food

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sundays with Sandy

24 Sunday Apr 2016

Posted by Mark in Mark

≈ 16 Comments

Sundays with Sandy

Sundays with Sandy

Hello. Yes it’s Sunday so your local priest, Father Sandy O’Way, is here to guide you through the next short phase in your life. Please relate phase to any period of time you wish, thank you. Millisecond onward is fine.

Here at St. Generic Brand we take on all kinds, like the 210 followers of this site, indicating madness is somewhat widespread. Sorry scientists, no debate needed as you will win every time.

Here’s some burning stuff from Gordon. For those who don’t know, Gordon O’Donnell(God) is the creator of the universe. So when blaspheming in future, the correct expression is “Oh my Gordon” or “for Gawds sake”, get the picture?

  1. Global warming – Gordon says, cool it guys or you’re zarked.
  2. Live every day as your last. This means that finally one day you will be right. The atoms in your body will always remain part of the universe therefore you are immortal.
  3. Never say never, especially to another glass canoe unless driving or voting Liberal. For the latter always say never.
  4. If the truth doesn’t fit, lie, then be prepared to live with the consequences.
  5. My Dyson sucks

Have a great day all. Laugh and laugh hard for Gordon, Bishop Bishop and yours truly, whatever my name really is, Mark, I think.

This man was a skinhead when he entered the waiting room..

This man was a skinhead when he entered the waiting room…, er ..,.,…

 

Now, after St Generic Brand help this man now looks like this,

Crispin and ewes likes St Generic Brand, or else...

Crispin and ewes likes St Generic Brand, or else…

 

Try this gig. I got the whole way through but wow, talk about serious guitar players. See how long  you last, King Crimson, Live in Japan.

Love it but good luck.

This is Father Sandy O’Way, St Generic Brand, Inner West Cyberia  signing out …

 

Merv meets RSA

23 Saturday Apr 2016

Posted by Mark in Mark, The Public Bar

≈ 22 Comments

Merv serving some glass canoes

Merv serving some glass canoes

 

“Gordon fucking O’Donnell ” cries Merv “I have to be responsible for you piss heads”. “Re spon a la  billy tea for all of you, RSASDFGTREY, get it, [Any one not covered see Emmjay.] Oh, for fuck sake”

“Merv, not so much swearing pleas” crows Yvonne.

“Another glass canoe” interjects Foodge.

“Did you say pleas?” presses Merv.

“No” replies Foodge “do I have to say pleas?”.

“Yep” says Merv “and pleas and fank ewe”

“Fank ewe for fucking what and some dots like this … just to make it a bit spooky” says a nameless character that won’t exist next paragraph, probably Emmjay.

“I have to swerve you reprehensibility okay, dot, dot dot” says Merv, doing his best to get the word count up. Grrrr.

“Wheeze a bunch of piss heads, tod, tod tod” says Gib W.

“That’s not dot dot dot” interjects Gerard trying to keep a straight face.

“I agree with Merv, from now on no more swearing or cussing unless we fucking feel like it” inserts Angler On, as you do.

“Yea…dot dot dot” cry the patrons.

“Now, how many drinks has everyone had?” enquires Merv.

[Sorry: Service is down due to abnormally high numbers coming in form the enquiry.]

“It’s the gubbermint that is putting down the working classes…dot dot dot”  says HOO

“Shithouse service and dot dot dot. Next you’ll work for channel mime, dot dot, dot.” informs Nurse Barbara as she lights here fag and sips her pint, may as well slap arse on the way…, all good.

“Are you responsible bunch of pissheads?” says Merv.

“Yea…dot dot, dot dot” says the patrons.

“Well that’s all right then. RSA over, situation normal, well sort of” adds Merv.

 

 

 

 

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Foodge 60.75 Ongoing Meaningless

03 Sunday Apr 2016

Posted by Mark in Foodge Private Dick, Mark

≈ 39 Comments

Merv

Merv

“Well fuck me” says Merv in his usual laconic style leaving no holes barred. “Fucking Emmjay has decided to to turn up about six episodes ago and is whinging like a Manly supporter”

“Hoos Manly?” enquires O’Hoo seeing that his tablets have not taken affect and he is worried about the effect they will have on his penis, not that he uses it, well except for granny, in his dreams.

“That dickhead ewe no ToeKnee Abbott, the drop in arsehole” says Gib W flicking fly shit from the mouth of his stubbie and wondering why he is in this series.

“Fleas gentleman mind your language, me and Nurse Barbara are easily offended”

Yvonne

Yvonne

informs the drop dead gorgeous Yvonne, pictured to the right as requested.

“Huh, what is off endened?” asks Angler On as he sits quietly listening to some old music on his head phones, The Band for example.

“Abbott is off ended by some arsewipe that took his job” informs Merv.

“Shit” says Nurse Barbara

“Shit” says Yvonne

“Shit” says Merv

“Shit” says Gib W

“Shit” says Angler

Emmjay

Emmjay

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit” says Emmjay in an effort to catch up on a few episodes.

Did I leave any shit out? Says the author.

“Oh well, fuck Abbott. Trotter’s and Pink drinks all round” says Merv.

“What about me, it isn’t fair, blah blah blah…” says Emmjay struggling to keep up.

“Well fuck you” replies the chorus from the front bar. Seeing Emmjay is so far behind no one really cares about him anymore except he pays the bills I guess.

“Look if you haven’t been bothered to keep up with this series it’s your own fault Emmjay” gloats Yvonne with her highly recognizable fingernail, “Tough titties”

“But I’m just a jealous guy blah blah blah…” cries Emmjay as he struggles to think of another song to suit his circumstance.

“Well I’m a rhinestone cowboy etc” says O’Hoo hoo recently had ect.

“Keating, ‘…fundamentally, he’s a cherry on top of a compost heap. The great risk for Malcolm is that he doesn’t remain a cherry, but turns into a sultana.’” relates Gib, just to throw a sultana in the serial.

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Nurse Barbara

“Christ” says Nurse Barbara

“Jesus” says Yvonne

“Gordon” says Merv

Gib W

Gib W

“Father Fuckhead” says Gib W

“Hmm” says Angler

“Hey hang on a minute. I’m in this episode, why don’t I have anything to say?” calls Emmjay.

“Well, old mate, it’s like this, keep up or go away” informs Merv

“Keep up or go away” replies Emmjay

“Yeah, fuck off, well unless it’s your shout” states Merv.

“Oh, some time, is there anybody out there, hmm…” sings Emmjay, desperate to get back into the the story.

“We don’t need no education, dah dah dah, we don’t knead no thought control, there’s lots of hazards in the classroom, hey, teacher, leave those kids alone, all in all your just another brick in the wall” etc. continues Emmjay

Can anyone else but me see where this is going? Don’t think so. Fifteen more words to 500 and counting,

one, two, three, four

tony-abbott-thinks-too-hardwe don’t need no tony abbott

malcolm turnbull has sold his soul

lots of hazards in the parly

they all bend to thought control

……..

Album Review: Back in Black

31 Thursday Mar 2016

Posted by Mark in Bands at the Pig's Arms, Mark

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ACDC, Black Sabbath, Led Zepplelin, Mark, Uriah Heep

ACDC_In_Tacoma_2009“AC/DC are an Australian hard rock band, formed in November 1973 by brothers Malcolm and Angus Young, who continued as members until Malcolm’s illness and departure in 2014.[1] Commonly referred to as a hard rock or blues rock[2] band, they are also considered pioneers of heavy metal and are sometimes classified as such,[3] though they have always dubbed their music as simply “rock and roll“.[4]

The paragraph above is what Wiki says about ACDC however to me they would have to be the best rock and roll band of all time. Now I don’t say that lightly as there are many contenders however as a musician these guys really knew about how to write great roll and roll riffs that captured the audience.

Me personally I don’t listen to them much. My taste is more towards jazz/rock however having played in bands for 30 years or so people love this stuff. Like the Stones and Dire Straits they just had that something that separated them from the rest.

“Pioneers of heavy metal…” don’t think so but really fantastic rock music played byAcdc_backinblack_cover a really tight band with a great lead guitarist and as a guitar player one of my many idols. If I was looking for heavy metal pioneers I would look to the big four as they were known at the time, Black Sabbath, Uriah Heep, Deep Purple and Led Zeppelin but this is taste and there is no accounting for it.

Track 1 on side 1(showing my age here) is this,

Hells Bells

Now as a former player, when you get hot and sweaty the ability to play becomes harder, trust me, I’m a nurse.

The title track is here,

Back in Black

My favourite is here,

You Shook me all Night Long

The full album is here

For me, I like this stuff down the pub after a night out, a few drinks and a dance. Enjoy patrons, I will.

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