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15 March
Not for the first time to-night, I have been asked to put my own blogging aside to give time, energy and words to another's cause, which is the following Official Statement:
Official Statement
I, Stan O'Grady, was drummer of the band Beat-Crazed Puffins ('the Band') more or less without a break for 15 years.
I am now quietly retired, and living in Egham.
I do not know, nor have I at any time known, The Sage of Egham.
On account of the name, the Band (not to be mistaken for The Band or The Banned) was linked, but only in some feeble people's minds, with The Boffins.
I have never knowingly played with The Boffins, although, before, during and after my time with the Band, I did play with other bands ('the bands').
The list of the bands, to the best of my recollection and belief, is in the bureau.
The list itself is of the bands with which, to the best of my recollection and belief, I played.
I do not know, nor have I at any time known, Antropuss O'Rourke.
For safety's sake, I should say that, to the best of my recollection and belief, the list is actually of the names of the bands, not of the bands themselves.
That is all that I wish to say.
Thank you for your time
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Showing posts with label Beat-Crazed Boffins. Show all posts
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Wednesday, 14 March 2012
STOP PRESS: Beat-Crazed Boffins trounced by Daniella (2)
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15 March
A timely comment on the earlier posting (only 11 days after the fact) from The One Who Shall Not Be Named provokes the following response (with the consent and also agreement of Bray King himself). (In the manner of awards ceremonies, we, the undersigned Members of the Grand Order of Walrus, take your three statements in reverse order):
I smell a police horse
We are (as are all careful readers of The Daily Splodge*) already aware, Anonymous Being, of your fondness for not smelling just police horses in the round (as it were), but, specifically, Trojan.
Despite the numerous remonstrations of PC Bob Markham at the nature and duration of what you call your 'olfactory exercises', you have continued these offensive practices. It is, therefore, apt, that Horseferry Road Magistrates' Court has already, in advance of hearing the full case of obstructing Officers Trojan and Markham in the conduct of their duties, granted an injunction with a power of arrest attached to it.
Why you wish to be so candid about your nefarious business we do not know, but it does usefully assist us in demonstrating the kind of person who goes on (if it didn't precede the above statement) to assert:
Something else is going on here, for sure
Pithily, we merely choose to retort that, if it is so clear to you, Anonymous Being, that what you have been told is not to be credited, then you advance no basis for your alternative view of something else [...] going on here.
Our lawyer, Antrobus O'Rourke (no relation) advised us not to state more than that we know where, in the case of your making that comment, here is, and what, almost certainly, 'goes on' at that place, which throws into relief when you propound:
Nah, the Boffins have been clean for years
Mr King tells us that, since he took over the task four years ago, he can vouch as a matter of knowledge that the Boffins have, indeed, been dusted once per week and polished to a high sheen on a monthly basis. He has every reason to believe that an unbroken chain of dusting, polishing and even buffing (before that became invasive), goes back to the time of Gregory Paul (which, as he remarks, is saying something).
However, we simply do not comprehend, Anonymous Being, what Axe you have to grind (to quote the title of BCB's immortal hit).
QED
Signed this 15th day of March 2012
Hilary Apps
Judith Meganwhite-Hurley
Augustus M. McMayhew
Hector Stravinsky
Corinna Steerpike
J. S. Bart
Igor Berlioz
Bob Markham
Trapezoid O'Rourke
Oliver Sackbutt-Morgan
John Sackbutt III
Morgan Oliver
Rhomboid O'Rourke
End-notes
* In which Mr King's shareholding, being below 25%, cannot be considered significant.
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15 March
A timely comment on the earlier posting (only 11 days after the fact) from The One Who Shall Not Be Named provokes the following response (with the consent and also agreement of Bray King himself). (In the manner of awards ceremonies, we, the undersigned Members of the Grand Order of Walrus, take your three statements in reverse order):
I smell a police horse
We are (as are all careful readers of The Daily Splodge*) already aware, Anonymous Being, of your fondness for not smelling just police horses in the round (as it were), but, specifically, Trojan.
Despite the numerous remonstrations of PC Bob Markham at the nature and duration of what you call your 'olfactory exercises', you have continued these offensive practices. It is, therefore, apt, that Horseferry Road Magistrates' Court has already, in advance of hearing the full case of obstructing Officers Trojan and Markham in the conduct of their duties, granted an injunction with a power of arrest attached to it.
Why you wish to be so candid about your nefarious business we do not know, but it does usefully assist us in demonstrating the kind of person who goes on (if it didn't precede the above statement) to assert:
Something else is going on here, for sure
Pithily, we merely choose to retort that, if it is so clear to you, Anonymous Being, that what you have been told is not to be credited, then you advance no basis for your alternative view of something else [...] going on here.
Our lawyer, Antrobus O'Rourke (no relation) advised us not to state more than that we know where, in the case of your making that comment, here is, and what, almost certainly, 'goes on' at that place, which throws into relief when you propound:
Nah, the Boffins have been clean for years
Mr King tells us that, since he took over the task four years ago, he can vouch as a matter of knowledge that the Boffins have, indeed, been dusted once per week and polished to a high sheen on a monthly basis. He has every reason to believe that an unbroken chain of dusting, polishing and even buffing (before that became invasive), goes back to the time of Gregory Paul (which, as he remarks, is saying something).
However, we simply do not comprehend, Anonymous Being, what Axe you have to grind (to quote the title of BCB's immortal hit).
QED
Signed this 15th day of March 2012
Hilary Apps
Judith Meganwhite-Hurley
Augustus M. McMayhew
Hector Stravinsky
Corinna Steerpike
J. S. Bart
Igor Berlioz
Bob Markham
Trapezoid O'Rourke
Oliver Sackbutt-Morgan
John Sackbutt III
Morgan Oliver
Rhomboid O'Rourke
End-notes
* In which Mr King's shareholding, being below 25%, cannot be considered significant.
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Saturday, 3 March 2012
STOP PRESS: Beat-Crazed Boffins trounced by Daniella (1)
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3 March
Alas, that whole Westbrook / East End scene has trashed all the planning for the gig!
In other words, the promoter has got twitchy about 'the substance issue' with which - let's face it - the Boffins had always been inextricably connected.
So he's itchy, because he thinks that the backers will have the rug pulled by the bankers, who, maybe, might be looking to a bonus other than in the form of unsaleable gig tickets, and who, in turn, are in hock to God knows whom who owns X who should honour some favours to Hugh Hefner and / or his estate.
Sorry, BCB following, but that - and, admittedly, this is only the latest - appears to be the terminus, the station where Tolstoy died and the Tolstoyans took over...
That said, the desperate and the downright depraved can now go here in search of news of what Bray King (one-time fight promoter, and now would-be manager of the putative Boffins) has to say about A Tall!
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3 March
Alas, that whole Westbrook / East End scene has trashed all the planning for the gig!
In other words, the promoter has got twitchy about 'the substance issue' with which - let's face it - the Boffins had always been inextricably connected.
So he's itchy, because he thinks that the backers will have the rug pulled by the bankers, who, maybe, might be looking to a bonus other than in the form of unsaleable gig tickets, and who, in turn, are in hock to God knows whom who owns X who should honour some favours to Hugh Hefner and / or his estate.
Sorry, BCB following, but that - and, admittedly, this is only the latest - appears to be the terminus, the station where Tolstoy died and the Tolstoyans took over...
That said, the desperate and the downright depraved can now go here in search of news of what Bray King (one-time fight promoter, and now would-be manager of the putative Boffins) has to say about A Tall!
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Thursday, 1 March 2012
Beat-Crazed Boffins re-form for a final bash! (according to Samuel VII)
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1 March
Actually, they haven't so much re-formed as reformed, so their gig will be of a rather penitential nature, in kind memory of all those monitors (not of the scaly, four-legged variety) that they have hacked to pieces in previous 'on-stage benders' (Daily Scum).
Catch them if you can - the venue for the gig and other relevant details (such as blood-type) are available to all those who can hack into the deeply hidden treasure-chest, just waiting to be found by the lucky few at www.beatcrazedboffins.org.uk/timian...
For the hard of hearing* (you soon will be):
NB Go here for the latest!
End-notes
* Surely no longer a PC phrase (i.e. only compatible with use on a Mac)?
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1 March
Actually, they haven't so much re-formed as reformed, so their gig will be of a rather penitential nature, in kind memory of all those monitors (not of the scaly, four-legged variety) that they have hacked to pieces in previous 'on-stage benders' (Daily Scum).
Catch them if you can - the venue for the gig and other relevant details (such as blood-type) are available to all those who can hack into the deeply hidden treasure-chest, just waiting to be found by the lucky few at www.beatcrazedboffins.org.uk/timian...
For the hard of hearing* (you soon will be):
www.beatcrazedboffins.org.uk/timian
NB Go here for the latest!
End-notes
* Surely no longer a PC phrase (i.e. only compatible with use on a Mac)?
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