Hara-Kiri-Oke

For those who recall my previous success bellowing in a hellish sweaty furnace, I would draw your attention to this marvellously executed version of "Scooby Doo's-Day".

Bellybuster magnifico

Gourmet paradisico

After yesterday's ginormo-gutstuffer courtesy of Club Derrig's culinary corner, I have today partook of the annual festive chums lunch up Acorn House and done it all again.

I can barely move, only managing to waffle (waddle/shuffle) in a stiff-legged stylee and bloated to all feck. It feels like I could burst forth at any moment, spilling out like a huge sausage from a very thin skin, all pinkish and totally ghastly to the vegetarianistas.

"What a life!" as the Lebanesians do say about it, again.

Of course I loves yer

I have been respected in my instruction that Club Derrig show the marvellously entertaining musical 'Sikes!' tonight in order that we may "singalonga" together at the words of it. I will - as is my habitual behaviour in darkened rooms - be beating my own knobkerry in time to any rhythmic oom-pah-pahs that arise, and heaven help anyone who stands in my way, sirrah!

My genius for this kind of idea is recognised throughout the environs here, and it was not stolen from Tallulah via the Genius Amanuensis at all, although he is known to be gifted with second-hand inspirationalism.

So, three cheers for me again, and on with the Tony-award-winning-common-law-wife-beating-set-pieces-accompanied-with-jaunty-music-but-that's-OK-it-was-all-years-ago.