Yoiks! The Big T Has A New Digital Palimpsest!

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The Big T’s Fourth Plinth Bid

It’s official! The Big T, Dr. Y.U. Thropplenoggin, has tossed his pith helmet into the Fourth Plinth tombola, and now awaits to learn if he will be able to mount the plinth, thus enabling the Trafalgar multitudes to behold the proper bosh in the safari-besuited flesh!

An artist’s impression of how the Fourth Plinth

may look after Dr. Thropplenoggin has mounted it

Expected delights of such a plinth-mounting may include:

• Choice selections from seminal works “In Like Thropplenoggin!” (brutally unpublished) and Boswell’s London Journal
• A live rendition of Thropplepluggin’, the ditty-cum-gauntlet which The Big T “threw down” in the badinage battle contra-R’d Cor!
• Lessons in Thropplenogginese for the multitudes
• Sauntering
• Flouncing
• and sundry boshmongering of the highest order

In Like Thropplenoggin! Part XIII: Close But No Huzzah!

Tales of sexual derring-don’t from “ethnosexographer to the stars”, Dr. Y. U. Thropplenoggin.

[New apostles of bosh can catch up on the New World expeditions here]

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In Like Thropplenoggin! In Pursuit of Ghetto Booty Part XII: Old Busted Bafflegab

Tales of sexual derring-don’t from “ethnosexographer to the stars”, Dr. Y. U. Thropplenoggin.

[New apostles of bosh can catch up on the New World expeditions here]

The song featured in this narrative is Dead Prez vs GrizzlyBear Two Weeks of Hip-Hop by The Hood Internet and can be heard here.

In Like Thropplenoggin! In Pursuit of ‘Ghetto Booty’ Part X – Blue-Titted Brouhaha

Tales of sexual derring-don’t from “ethnosexographer to the stars”, Dr. Y. U. Thropplenoggin.

This week’s dispatch is dedicated to loyal Apostle of Bosh, Megatonlove.

[New apostles of bosh can catch up on the New World expeditions here]

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In Like Thropplenoggin! In Pursuit of ‘Ghetto Booty’ Part IX – The Bling’s The Thing

Tales of sexual derring-don’t from “ethnosexographer to the stars”, Dr. Y. U. Thropplenoggin

[New apostles of bosh can catch up on the New World expeditions here]

In Like Thropplenoggin: In Pursuit of Ghetto Booty Part vii: Can Ye West Side Story?

Tales of sexual derring-don’t from “ethnosexographer to the stars”, Dr. Y. U. Thropplenoggin.

[New apostles of bosh can catch up on the New World expeditions here]

Thropplenoggin’s Melodious Strain No.4: John Fahey – Sligo River Blues

Welcome back to Thropplenoggin’s MP3 Emporium…Take a semi-brever and accompany the Big T as he perambulates through the zeitgeist’s most pertinent ditties.

John Fahey: Sligo River Blues

Sligo River Blues.  Ah, the very words inspire reminiscence of a quiet punt down the Isis after my morning lectures one spring, when I resolved to try out my latest ethnosexographical acumen, by attempting to woo the taciturn scholar, Swotty Sylvia.  I punted past her usual haunt – a secluded willow tree, under which she oft reclined, book in hand – and espied her looking most bewitching.

I decided to attempt intercourse commensurate with her advanced intellectual rigours, and poured forth a most felicitous ejaculation from Catullus that Higginsbottom had taught me: “nam pransus iaceo et satur supinus / pertundo tunicamque palliumque”.  She squealed in mortification, and launched a heavy tome my way.  I later investigated the meanings of these latinate phrases: “I am lying down after lunch, I am full and on my back / I am boring a hole through my tunic and cloak”.  Gadzooks!

John Fahey’s melodious strain bears the appellation “Sligo River Blues” and, I have to say, it really is mellifluous as a mountain rivulet.  This buoyant ballad rather reminds me of the heady scene of magnolia blossoms as I punted towards Swotty Sylvia, only to bungle the moment.  I never did woo Swotty Sylvia, and, as time elapses, I find myself wondering whether even Calligula’s sweet-talk could have pried apart those passionless thighs.

File under: Jocund Acoustic Plucker or Fahey’s A Jolly Good Fellow!

More euphony anon!

The Big T

In Like Thropplenoggin: In Pursuit of ‘Ghetto Booty’ Pt.6: R’d Cor! vs The Big T

Tales of sexual derring-don’t from “ethnosexographer to the stars”, Dr. Y. U. Thropplenoggin.

RECAP: He is presently “pimped up to the nines” in deerstalker and tweed and engaged in a hipper-hopper duel in the New World, as he attempts to bag the well-cushioned wench, “Ghetto Booty”.

Thropplenoggin’s Melodious Strain No.2: Kid Koala – Emperor’s Main Course

Welcome back to Thropplenoggin’s MP3 Emporium…Take a semi-brever and accompany the big T as he perambulates through the zeitgeist’s most pertinent ditties.

Kid Koala: Emperor’s Main Course

Emperor’s Main Course.   Ah, the very words inspire reminiscence of Hong Kong and a youthful bout of ethnosexography in which I stalked the Inscrutable Oriental, Suzie Wong.  Upon arrival in the harbour, I requested whereof I might locate this yellow-skinned jewel, and was told by a local stevedore, ‘Mong Kok”.  ”Will she?!’ I replied. “Huzzah!”  And with loins girded, I sallied forth into the balmy night to trail my treasure.

Kid Koala‘s melodious strain bears the appellation “Emperor’s Main Course” and, I have to say, it really is a degustation fit for a dynast.  This charming chanty rather reminds me of many a wrong-turn down the begrimed back alleys of Sham Shui Po, with the smell of 5-spices wafting up my nostrils.  I never did find Suzy Wong, and, as time elapses, I find myself wondering whether she wasn’t merely a figment of my imagination.  Or perhaps even the imagination of someone else.  Sigh.

File under: Bewitching Turntablism

More euphony anon!

The Big T