Pumping!

Yesterday I pressed the wrong button on the internet radio and found myself listening to Radio 1. A trailer for a show was playing and I didn’t understand a word of it; at that moment came the realisation that I too could make a living writing gibberish.

Here’s my attempt:

Radio one invites you to the party of the century. With the bangy-thump beats of Rotten Rabbit’s DJ Flange and the discursive meanderings of a phat faced child, plus DJ Ganglion making it large for the juicy pep poet of bang Mr Sedburgh Fruityfap. It promises to be a hot pounding thresher of a hump dance fissure with star guests The Mips and Relative Hammers it’s the place to be this winter. Keeping it big on Radio 1.

Frond!

About Martin Wolfenden 278 Articles
Back in the early days of this Century, I made some money by saying the odd funny thing in public. On one of these occasions a fellow funny talker told me that I should write a blog (because that was the sort of thing funny talking people did back then.) Now, I’m not the sort of person who does things the easy way, so I rejected all the ready made blogging platforms and started my own website. Since then it’s become a repository for whatever stuff is bubbling out of my brains and a directory of various podcasts and videos that I’ve made with my friends and is completely unnecessary.

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