Every real man should at least once (a) be a woman, and (b) try to conclude to his advantage a commercial transaction in the centre of Naples, which is where from a street vendor I bought these authentic Roman salt and pepper dispensers. Price: 1 euro, but if you look below, you will see that the holes are too big. My cows are seated on Thackeray’s Vanity Fair.
The piggy at the foot of the page is for Paypal tips and is for those who have enjoyed my performances and want to make an extra contribution. My rubber piggy is a revelatory element at markets: some children put money in him, and I like them very much, while others try to run off with him or break him open, and they will be bankers and politicians, and I love them too, obviously.
Someone asked me the other day what street entertainers will do in a cash-less economy, where piggy banks are no longer required. The answer is that they will be modified to take electronic payments, and grunt happily when the transaction goes through or bite you if your credit is insufficient. Like this:
… but better.
- Gorging Jack and Little Billee
The case for the defence.
- The titties of María Guevara
And other childish Venezuelan nature songs.
- Dear Customs@HMRC
Which EU import tariff is applicable to non-EU kazoos?
- Donald for Dalai Lama, or Pope, or Caliph, or something
A Trump Taj Mahal Casino multitrack jukebox, to help make religion rather better than it has been, again.
QE1 once sent an organ avec grinder but sans monkey to Sultan Mehmet, but I don’t think anything good came of it–at any rate, there’s not much Orlando Gibbons being played in Istanbul these days.
Biciclown, the excellent Álvaro Neil, is in Istanbul at the moment. Here’s one of his promotional videos:
And here’s de heer Jerónimo