What is you?
What is me?
When have I been all your life?
Come witness the miracle birth of the baby Greg*
So wrap a biro in sausage meat and let’s sit around the open pug while we raise a warm mug of yoghurt to Greg.
*Gregs change nightly
Oh, and don’t forget to give a hot boiled egg to the bus driver and pop a radish up your arse on Gregmas Eve.
All killer no filler let’s go f*ck a caterpillar.
One man’s quest to touch it heaps.
A show which still buys you some socks, and filled your surrealist stocking with enough knickknacks to keep you mildly entertained until Boxing Day