(Pither and the Pig Farmer - pictured at a Biggles Is Best reunion, prior to PF's northern exile.)
Here sooey, sooey, sooey, pig, pig, pig! The whole of Small Town is on high alert. Tongues are wagging, curtains are twitching - the Pig Farmer is coming!
Yes, my little chum Mal Baby, he of the Marge Simpson hair and the Lena Zavaroni legs, is on his way south as I write.
The boy, known to cyberworld as The Edge of Nowhere, has texted to say that he's well on his way. He set off last night with his faithful team of huskies bound for You'llnobefromround'ere, the main settlement on the Orkney island of Westray where he lives. From there it was an arduous coracle journey to the main island where he joined an Innuit caravan of canoes for the crossing to the mainland.
Sherpas then led him to the nearest village with electricity, from where it was an eight-hour mule ride to the Duke of Cumberland Memorial Iron Horse Station. He's currently on the train, passing the time during the 800-mile journey by looking weirdly at other passengers and building a whickerman out of used straws from the buffet car.
He is due at Pither Towers at around 6pm and, after disarming him, I will be taking him out for a meeting with a select team of Mutant pals - oh, what japes we shall have!
The results will no doubt be documented here, and perhaps the boy himself will get a word in. Watch this space.
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3 comments:
Excellent. Shall look forward to reading about it. Off to get a stuffing from the lads at Marple, who knows we may even play some rugby later. We were having a night out in Marple but its been cancelled or we got banned. Have fun.
He should burn the whickerman. He should put a lego policeman inside it first. And he should laugh.
have fun :)
Sounds like it could be fun!
Keep us posted.
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