Please, Mr Key, Can We See Some More Ectoplasm?
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Here, for your edification and instruction, are some more absolutely authentic photographs of ectoplasm. It is powerful stuff, remember. Shade your eyes!
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Engulfed By Wisps Of Ectoplasm
Unfortunately, Madame Boubou did not enclose a snapshot of her engulfment by ectoplasm with her Message From Beyond. As luck would have it, a trawl through the Hooting Yard Archives turned up this picture which enables lucky readers to see … Continue reading
A Ghoul And His Monkey
Trudging through the countryside the other day, I saw ahead of me a couple of peasants, standing at the edge of a bog, deep in conversation. It is well-known that the talk of peasants consists almost exclusively of rustic lore … Continue reading
Obsequies For Lars Talc, Struck By Lightning – XI
“On the day after my death, the exercise book in which I have written my Last Will And Testament will be taken to a desolate spinney. There, its contents will be shrieked by my embalmer, whomsoever that may be. Those … Continue reading
Swiss Puppetry
O let us now sing the praises of noted Swiss puppeteer Rolf Swisspupp! Preferably to a free jazz accompaniment, with bongos! Or, on second thoughts, let us not, for when we sing it is a godawful caterwauling that sets the … Continue reading
The Petula Clark Minefield
Just as Jason Bourne has an identity, a supremacy, and an ultimatum, so Petula Clark has files, a project – and a minefield. The Petula Clark minefield was the happy outcome of my determination, with the Petula Clark project, to … Continue reading
The Janitor And His Spirit Guide
Few subjects have received as little attention as the relationship between a janitor and his spirit guide. All janitors have one, though many janitors do not acknowledge its existence, while others, both janitors and observers of janitors, confuse the spirit … Continue reading
Medium
The word “Medium” to me suggests a Victorian charlatan in a darkened room, summoning the spirits of the dead and spewing forth ectoplasm. “Medium” is also, I learn, the name of a new(ish?) bit of interwebbery, a repository for prose, … Continue reading
Tenth Anniversary (VIII)
We continue our tenth anniversary celebrations wth a potsage [sic] from the year of Our Lord 2010. In the autumn of that year, I embarked on a series of twenty-six alphabetical entries, and this one is C for Canker Worm, … Continue reading
Ectodabbler
Hie thee over to The Dabbler where, in my weekly cupboard, you will find a (very brief) history of ectoplasm. Features astonishing pictorial evidence of the truly uncanny nature of this gooey substance!
Bent Cronje
Hooba Nooba Hoo! Bent Cronje! He forded the Ack and he slew our foes! He lopped off their heads and stuck them on spikes! With his bevelled sword he slew and slew! Now we carry his bones to their resting-place … Continue reading
On The Krummhorn Man
Here comes the Krummhorn Man. He’s had a palaver. He has to solve acrostics for his mother. She is blind, and so is her dog. The dog’s name is Spinach. Spinach is a good name for a dog. That’s what … Continue reading
On Counting Corks
See these corks aligned upon the baize. They were placed so for a purpose. Count them. Count the corks and when you are done totting them up write the tally in chalk upon the board. The board is affixed to … Continue reading
On First Encounters
I remember the first time I saw the Beatles on television. It was a studio performance of “We Can Work It Out”, which the Wikipedia tells me was filmed on 23 November 1965, so presumably I saw it a few … Continue reading
On Voodoo Athletics
This being an Olympic year, it is perhaps time to scotch a rumour that has swirled persistently around the world of fictional athletics for decades. You will recall that fictional athlete Bobnit Tivol is alleged to have left a written … Continue reading