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Monday, 6 October 2014

THE INCREDIBLE SHRINKING HEAD OF IRINA "HITLER" PINDELECH

THE INCREDIBLE SHRINKING HEAD OF IRINA "HITLER" PINDELECH

Irina Pindelech was an unfortunate spinster from Sopat, Poland, who although biologically a female, bore an uncanny resemblance to Adolf Hitler.

However, this was by no means here worst affliction as she also suffered from "extreme cranial diminution syndrome" or ECDS.

This rare condition manifests itself by reducing the size of the hosts head by up to 50% during the course of an hour, with a corresponding reflation the following hour. This would repeat for up to three days before a period of dormancy which could last up to two weeks before a relapse occurred.

The amazing shrinking of Irina's head had first arisen as a a side effect when she was infected with a mild bout of "Mad Albert Disease" during a trip to The Mitre public house in North Wembley, Middlesex.


The Mitre has subsequently been  confirmed as the birth place of "Mad Albert Disease"where it was initially incubated in a stale pint pot used by Albert Benfield and his octogenarian gymnastically challenged wife, and further details of this debilitating ailment can be found in previous Blogs containing the inflictions name.
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Returning to the  head of Irina Pindelech, after an unfortunate childhood and mid life crisis , she settled down to a life of monotony and boredom she traveled the world as a circus exhibit until settling in the Amazonian rain forest where she began subletting her head to local tribesman who would use here cranial fluctuations in ritual fertility ceremonies.


During her stay in south America, she noticed that a tribe of fair skinned hunters bore a striking resemblance to Martin Boreman and instantly fell in love with the tribes chief who him self was smitten by her resemblance to Adolf Hitler.

They married and produced many offspring who are currently believed to be preparing for the rise of the fourth Reich whilst generating electricity for the native Indians by channeling her fluctuating cranial capacity in to electricity via a process pioneered by Peter P  Pederson and developed by the Irina Pindelech Light bulb and Capacitor company.

Driver Chard of the Duck Flat Cap society is to head an investigation in to the current whereabouts of the cranial deviant and his findings will be published in due course. 






Thursday, 11 September 2014

"DRIVER CHARD" IN REFERENDUM UPROAR - IN , OUT OR SHAKE IT ALL ABOUT !

"DRIVER CHARD" IN REFERENDUM UPROAR - IN , OUT OR SHAKE IT ALL ABOUT !



Driver Chard of El Hadj Duiff has caused a constitutional uproar at the Duck Flat Cap Society by demanding a plebiscite on the future of the fabled Duck Flat Cap Society.

Encouraged by the recent protestations of the Scottish National Party (SNP) for full independence from the United Kingdom, and the forthcoming referendum, acting President and Chairman of the DFCS, "Driver Chard of El Hadj Duiff" is insisting that the societies  membership vote on full devolution from the UK, in respect of the land and buildings held by and under the control of the DFCS and it's membership.

The cantankerous septuagenarian has long fostered a belief that the United Kingdom has let the English populace down, mainly due to his belief that the Suez crises was a disgrace to the English race, and was a cheap, badly thought out, stab in the back to the British fighting "Tommy".
DRIVER CHARD


Those familiar with these reports will be aware that Driver Chard of El Hadj Duiff was stationed in Egypt during his brief military career, and that he was discharged from the service shortly before the Suez crisis.

The reason for his discharge is rarely discussed, but military records obtained by ex military hard man and sexologist Basher Hurley, reveal that he was discharged after an unsavoury incident involving a camel, an Egyptian dancing girl, and as the chard would describe, a gamp (umbrella).



The mentally unstable "Driver Chard" has continued to resent the interference of the USA in the affairs of the United Kingdom, but also fostered a strong feeling that the British government was and is too weak, and a willing pawn in the foreign affairs of the USA, whilst they strive and plan for, continued  political and monitory domination of the world.

Due to these unbalanced feelings Driver Chard has long wished that his beloved Duck Flat Cap Society" would succeed from the United Kingdom, and form an independent state, named "The Republic of  Duckwych".

The name "Duckwych"  being borrowed from "Dragonwych", one of Driver Chard's favourite films staring his hero and fantasy male role model, Vincent Price.

Driver Chard's stance has been discussed by the "DFCS", and the "Imbibing and sovereignty" sub committee have decided that it is not appropriate for a referendum to take place until the mental stability of "Driver Chard of El Hadj Duiff" has been fully established.

This is to be achieved by at least three independent medical doctors conducting a full test of his mental agility and stability, and an appropriate affidavit confirming the Chard's healthy state of mind, signed by  his legal attorney together with an independent lawyer appointed by the "Legal and Litigation" sub section of the DFCS, namely "Arthur J Fukrudden & Co - solicitors to the landed gentry". 


At present, it is unlikely that the appropriate documents will be forthcoming, as at recent meetings of the full Duck Flat Cap Society, as acting president and chairman, "Driver chard" has taken to wearing a 1947 Fulham FC football kit together with a fake copy of the Victoria Cross and other medals obtained in his brief military career as a 1st class driver.

This regalia is topped off with a black top hat perched on his greying head, and a pair of black and white spats on his lower legs and feet.

This sad misbehaviour is further enhanced by his handing out to the remaining committee members, a collection of fading signed photographs of failed Karaoke singer and part time dust cart operative "Ray the Dust", in a number of compromising positions, mainly with the diminutive and overweight fellow dust cart operative "Pepe Le Puke".
RAY THE DUST

The authenticity of the photographs are not doubted, as similar seedy shots were uncovered during "Ray the   Dusts" recent fall from grace in to his own personnel mental trough , following his dismissal from the Karaoke circuit and associated  pub singing underworld, so vicariously loved by the overweight and ageing Lothario.

The negatives are currently being investigated by "Dave the Teach" and northern compatriot " Basher Hurley", to see if they can be  reproduced for the next  issue of the "Duck Flat Cap Society" periodical - "Flat Caps, Deerstalkers and other headgear".

The next edition is due in the early spring, and will be edited by "Chelsea Dave the Duck", who will assisted by "Bazzer Duck" who will provide an article entitled "Grave digging and coin collecting in the 21st century".

BAZZA DUCK


R.I.P   JOHN CHARD 1933 - 2020



However, returning to "Driver Chard", his ability to sink three pints of real ale has not diminished, so all is not lost, and a full mental recovery may be forthcoming. Therefore all further activity regarding the proposed plebiscite is to be postponed until further notice.



Wednesday, 10 September 2014

GERMAN HISTORY, BUFFING CANDELABRA'S AND THE SECULAR NEPOTISM OF LEOPOLD GROLZCH - THE FULL UPDATED STORY.

GERMAN HISTORY, BUFFING CANDELABRA'S AND THE SECULAR NEPOTISM OF LEOPOLD GROLZCH - THE FULL UPDATED STORY.


Leopold Grolzch was a part time candelabra buffer from a small village on the outskirts of Leipzig.
He was an only child of an unholy union between a defrocked priest and the village hag. 

He had led a lonely childhood, as when he was only eight years old his mother was drowned at the local Ducking Stool by the county “witch finder general”, and his father excommunicated and exiled from the Bishopric after an unsavoury encounter with the Mayors daughters involving an unnaturally tight pair of lederhosen, a piglet and a felt pork pie hat.  

At an early age he was placed in the care of the local monastery and in particular a Franciscan friar named  Heinrich  Hasselhoff. The Monk was a seven foot giant with a pale complexion and a complicated habit of sneezing whenever  he came in to contact with another human being. However, by a strange coincidence he was immune to young Leopold Grolzch and for this reason was very fond of the child.

 Leopold was allowed to roam freely about the monastic buildings that sheltered him, and was amazed by the monastic collection of silverware and Gold that was displayed within the Treasury and adorned the heaving shelves of the chancellery. 

 
In particular he was fascinated by a trio of solid silver candelabra that sat upon the vestry. After close inspection the young Leopold noticed a small blemish on the larger of the candelabra and grabbing his shirt as a duster began to vigorously polish the silver object until it shone with the ferocity of the sun.   This action was noticed by the pallid Heinrich and soon he put him to work buffing and flossing the entire monastic collection of silverware and gold.

Included in these treasures were gilded Gaelic interpretations of the Celtic migration from their original homeland in south western Gaul, impressed upon sheets of velum and embroidered with gold and silver leaf. This evidence being of particular interest due to the continuing belief by scholars that the Celts originated in the region between southern Germany and northern Austria.

Over the following years, the young Leopold grew in to a fine young man with a love of polishing and buffing. However, remembering his roots he was appalled that the treasures he vigorously buffed and polished four times a day were only on display for the religious elite and that the secular populous were unable to gain pleasure from the shining metallic hoard festering within the monastic compound. 

Thus at that moment, Leopold began to hate both the religious bureaucrats that had collected and horded the silver and golden collection, and the priests and monks who tangibly benefited from the luxurious booty available within church and monastic buildings.
 His hatred was further fostered by the memory that his father was a defrocked Priest and that he had violated the young daughter of the town’s Mayor with his tight fitting lederhosen and felt pork pie hat. 

However, he only felt sorrow for the piglet.

Fueled with anger, Leopold Grolzch hunted down his albino  benefactor and strangled him with a pair of lederhosen he had discovered in the Monasteries brewery, and systematically went about murdering the remaining religious occupants of the holy house using a red hot poker and sharpened candelabras, whilst wearing the same lederhosen that had strangled Heinrich, and a Felt pork pie hat soaked in pigs blood. 

With the incumbents of the monastic house now slain, Leopold strode purposely from the building and mounting the largest available Porker trotted to the village where he encountered the Mayor and Witch finder general.   After a stand-off lasting approximately thirty seconds, the Mayor and Witch finder agreed to abide by a solemn oath that the silverware and gold of the monastic settlements within the jurisdiction of the Bishopric of Leipzig would only be buffed and polished by secular serfs and midget gentiles.

Furthermore, they were not connected to the church via any relative or distant family member, and that religious families and that those taking holy orders would be excluded from such duties until the seventh seal was broken and Armageddon devoured the world's population and destroyed the realms of the earth.

After obtaining this oath, Leopold returned to his village hovel, retaking possession of his hovel  from the village’s present hag and retired to a lonely life of bell buffing, until he died of buffers elbow at the tender age of twenty two.  

Thus was the life of Leopold Grolzch. 

Thursday, 4 September 2014

THE SECULAR NEPOTISM OF LEOPOLD GROLZCH



THE SECULAR NEPOTISM OF LEOPOLD GROLZCH

Leopold Grolzch was a part time candelabra buffer from Buffenwezal, a small village on the outskirts of Leipzig.
He was an only child of an unholy union between a defrocked priest and the village hag. 

He had led a lonely and troubled childhood, as when he was only eight years old his mother was drowned at the local Ducking Stool by the regional “Witchfinder General".
At the same time his father was excommunicated and exiled from the Bishopric after an unsavoury encounter with the Mayors daughters, involving an unnaturally tight pair of lederhosen, a piglet and a felt pork pie hat.  

At an early age he was placed in the care of the local monastery and in particular a Franciscan friar named  Heinrich  Hasselhoff.

The Monk was a seven foot giant with a pale complexion and a complicated habit of sneezing whenever  he came in to contact with another human being. However, by a strange coincidence he was immune to young Leopold Grolzch and for this reason was very fond of the child.

more to follow.........................

Wednesday, 3 September 2014

THE PANTS OF CARATACUS



THE PANTS OF CARATACUS


An extraordinary find was exposed during a recent archaeological dig at  the "Three and a Half Men" public house in North West London.  

Excavations in the sixteenth century former coaching inn’s basement, have unearthed a soiled pair of undergarments supposedly discarded by “Caratacus”, a first century British chieftain of the Catuvellauni tribe who led the British resistance to the Roman conquest of Britain.

The stained underpants were discovered in a sealed brass container, with a Pig Latin inscription describing the contents as having been discarded by the chieftain after an unfortunate accident whilst imbibing vast quantities of honeyed Meade at a Catuvellauni camp site adjacent to the present location of the public house.     

Also enclosed with the soiled garments was an ivory drinking horn made of Boars tusk, and a deer skin flat cap inscribed in Brythonic with the name Caratacus and a line drawing of his flaccid membership.  
The project to explore the basement and cellar of the "Three and a Half Men" was headed by Professor Hillary Hildegarde Chard, a distant relation of Driver Chard of El Hadj Duiff, acting president and chairman of the Duck Flat Cap Society. 

Driver Chard had obtained funding for the dig by selling his collection of antique black and white editions of “Lady boy Frolics”, old Fulham FC programmes, and donating his body to science for the advancement of scalp therapy and hair replacement theory.

The Dig was headed by “Barry the Gravedigger” who advanced his services for no more than a daily allowance of three pints of lager and a packet of crisps, with the occasional free go on the Golf machine. He was ably assisted by failed ladies’ man and part time refuge collector “Sick note Ray the Dust”, the diminutive” little legs Parkes”, the pint sized overweight “Pepe Le Puke” and ex-military hard man and sexologist “Basher Hurley”.

Driver Chard main objective was to uncover the fabled lost tunnel that connected the "Three and a Half Men" with the near bye restaurant and Bar, located a couple of hundred meters away at the base of the adjacent steep hill.
This tunnel was also believed to be interconnected with the allegedly previously discovered tunnel running between the pubs and Bentley Priory, home of RAF "Fighter Command" during the Battle of Britain during World War 2.

Returning to the soiled undergarments bequeathed by Caratacus, local antiquarian “ Loafington Smythe”, believes that they are associated with the Roman encampment located at nearby Brockley Hill, where it is known that British tribal forces, led by Queen Boadicea, pursued the Roman Legions after the sacking of Colchester and London, prior to advancing to St Albans and the further destruction of Roman property and settlements.

It has been postulated by Professor "Loafington  Smythe", that after an earlier skirmish at Brockley Hill preceding the  Boadicean  revolt, Caratacus and a few of his cohorts escaped across the hilly ridge that now separates Hertfordshire from what was to become Middlesex, and found  refuge in a hovel that stood adjacent to an encampment, and located where the "Three and a Half Men" now stands.  Having reached the relative safety of the encampment they began to drink copious amounts of alcohol until they passed out soiling their undergarments as the strain of battle descended in to the oblivion of deep drink induced slumber. 


The other Britons under garments being of inferior quality quickly rotted in to oblivion, but the pants of Caratacus, being a gift from Boadicea, were of sufficient quality to survive until  found by a roving Monk during the middle ages who stored them in a brass box for posterity, and revered them as a religious relic. 

The Monk went on to found a Monastic brewery that eventually developed in to the present Public House and the revered relic remained interred in the basement / cellar until unearthed by the intrepid expedition by the Duck Flat Cap Society.

More details to be released in due course when Carbon Dating has provided a definitive date for the soiling of the Pants.

R.I.P   JOHN CHARD 1933 - 2020

 

Monday, 18 August 2014

THE CANTONESE COUNT AND THE COURT OF MISOGYNY



THE CANTONESE COUNT AND THE COURT OF MISOGYNY


Kok Hung Lo was a mild mannered peasant who farmed a moderate small holding on the outskirts of Canton.

 He lived with his wife and three children in a small mud and thatch structure adjacent to a mosquito infested paddy field and a stinking pig sty containing his prized pot belly porkers.  

His wife helped him on the farm by spreading pig manure and obtained additional income for the impoverished family by acting as a part time Concubine and Scrubber at the local Counts Palace on Tuesdays, Thursdays and when there was a full moon.

The children also helped Kok Hung Lo by taking it in turns to sleep for a week, and when awake, fast for three days at a time before relieving themselves of their hunger by licking a lactating sows skin and feasting of the dried tics on their backs. 

Occasionally there mother would return from the Counts Palace with a tray of treats from the concubines quarters, including deep fried Eunuch’s  foreskin, boiled peasants trotters and on high days and holidays the broiled head of an executed prisoner.     

The local Count, Lord Kok Hung Hi, was the only son of a minor concubine of the Emperor, and had been granted the title on the death of his mother who had held the estate in trust for her oldest child.  As a child he had grown to despise woman and in particular his mother who he longed to depose from an early age. 

Kok Hung Lo and Kok Hung Hi became friends after they both got high on opium at the local brothel and soon hatched a plan to switch identities. They exchanged clothing and returned to their new temporary homes expecting to sample the delights of the unexpected . 

As Kok Hung Hi entered the mud hut that would be his home for the night, he felt a sharp pain to his groin as his wife struck him with a pair of sharpened chop sticks. As he fell to the ground growling with pain she plunged a twelve inch blade in to his heart severing all arteries and killing him stone dead. 


The following day she entered the Counts palace to be greeted by her disguised husband. As she bowed to greet him she stumbled forward and fell to the ground smashing her skull on the paved flooring.   

More to follow..............................

       




Wednesday, 21 May 2014

DRIVER CHARD IN QUEST TO DEBASE THE POUND STERLING

DRIVER CHARD IN QUEST TO DEBASE THE POUND STERLING
  
Aging acting President and Chairman of the Duck Flat Cap Society Diver Chard of El Hadj Duiff, has astounded members by stating that  pound Sterling coins should be abolished and discarded as currency in the UK.

However, he is quite happy for them to continue to be used in Scotland should they leave the United Kingdom at the scheduled referendum.  

Driver Chard stated that "In terms of the coins in your pocket, it's useless, and that the coin's pifflingness - or necessity embarrassed the people of England.

"People were commonly said not to bother to bend down in the street to pick it up if they dropped one, and it had an impractically small value and purchasing power."


Further more, the grey haired would be statesman retorted that the history of currency is littered with cases of when melted coins may have exceeded their purchasing power, quoting the old half penny, threepenny bit Groat and sixpence and after downing his pint of warm ale spluttered" it's worth remembering how annoying Britain's least loved coin, notorious for getting lost in trousers and furniture upholstery, was.

When asked what should replace the golden coins, he retorted that stamps, postal orders, green shield stamps,cricket cards or Old Age Pensioner bus passes could adequately be used as replacements. 

The monetary sub committee of the imbibing and procrastinating committee will debate the issue at an extraordinary meeting scheduled to take place at Chequers over the coming Bank Holiday, and the results will be posted here in due course.

R.I.P   JOHN CHARD 1933 - 2020