(Mortal Enemy of All Vikings)
* King Brian trying his luck at a work Xmas party.
On that Day, September 23rd, of that Year 1960, the Man
knowne by that name King Brian. was melded from all the Beste and
Worste that can be found and that can be savoured in a Belfast Chippery.
It was to be a fatefulle Experimente, a publick Work of Time
for uncommun Times and Fates, a new consideration on the
Weaknesse and Folly of Humane life.
Reuters Version:
King Brian Boru (aka The King) was assembled from all Irish
components (a brave experiment ) in a Belfast Fish and Chippery
on September 23rd 1960.
A famouse Poete Laureate gave vent to his Activ Passions, and forsook
his Brain in that Darke Place of Dusts to which we must all return.
All was set in Place, that could be set in Place, and the Powers
that sitte in the Halls of Baal Salamic Glory, of Goldene
Sirrup Storey and of Grissled Fishy Fridaye suplicated the Perfectione
of their Construktion.
However,
Seamus the Catte of the Shoppe, who had partook of an immense
investement of Kippers and Gammon in his quest of the
maliferous Mouse,
mistooke the Table of Operations for the House of Office,
and unknowingly added to the Mix of Partes before the
Final Assemblage.
To go foward a little, these Uncharted inhabitants of that Islande
called King Brian. manifest themselves most in his Gaite and his
Power of Tongues. And it is only now that King Brian.
sees cetaine proofe of these Giftes, having forged his Anime
Appetites of that Fleshe and Fat of the Swine, basted
in the Juices of Itself and further in the Fleshe of of other
Beastes in the Accompanimente of the Odd Spud.
This day and days King Brian. in not blined to All the Pleasures
that Life offers, and lives days filled with the Antiks
of his Queen Monica and the Sprigs and Srouts of their Royale Loynes.
King Brian.s only Concerne today be this
HTMLE Documente.
A famous Nobel prize winning Irish author and activist had
posthumously donated his brain for Brian, (you may remember
the famous 'Brain 4 Brian' campaign) However ….
Seamus the Shop Cat had eaten a huge dinner of kippers and gammon
that night and mistook the donated brain for a freshly laid tray
of Kitty Litter. These unexpected additions to Brian’s grey matter
had a profound effect on his abilities as a writer, and endowed
him with a truly regal demeanour.
Brian was unaware of Seamus contribution until very recently.
Brian was raised on a diet of pork, dripping, pork and assorted
meats cooked in dripping (with the occasional potato throw in for
texture) and now enjoys all the good things that life can offer an
expat Irishman (is there any other kind?). He currently resides in
Georgetown, Tasmania where he lives with Queen Monica and their
children.
His current ambitions include changing this HTML document.