Hello, Happy New Year (depending on what day it is - I am assuming it is not Easter yet?) and better luck next time. I am here again to discuss the further inventions of the Reverend. I will discuss three here.
Uhunium (Uh)
What would have been element 109 in the periodic table of chemical elements was tragically refused entry on a technicality. However, Uhunium being the first ever adhesive gas, has found itself glued into the hearts of all Siphuncle devotees. On the day he discovered Uhunium his cat was sick, his first and third wives left him, and a dead heron landed on his Ford Type A causing a heron shaped dent that could never be successfully removed. Uhunium was the light that shone on a dismal day for Fanoire Siphuncle, and despite causing his hand to be glued to his favourite mug, became a talisman for false hope in the face of moderate misfortune.
Not many know much about anything about this infamous element. As a first and only example of an adhesive gas it was immediately banned upon its discovery by the discoverer himself (a self-censoring habit that never left him). A few grams of gas were capable of glueing the eyelids shut on one of Siphuncle's experimental homing pigeons and its potency was clear as clay. To this day it is not clear what became of the tiny dripplings of Uh that were produced and that were. I have some but I'm not telling anyone. Go away.
Siphuncacillin
Siphuncle's version of penicillin was his "Betamax" moment (in fact he had quite a lot of Betamax moments). Discovered days after penicillin Siphuncle's version was, much like the Betamax analogy, better in every way than its competitor. Also, much like the analogy, due to manufacturing limitations a clinically effective dose of Siphuncacillin was much larger than his competitor's, in fact a single tablet was ironically the same size as a Betamax video recorder, though they were not to know that then. Almost impossible to swallow it was a marketing disaster. Patients were issued with knives and forks but there was no real hope for it and the product died as did most of his patients. Widespread antibiotic resistance (resistance mainly to swallowing them) put the final nail in the coffin for siphuncacillin.
The Inner Scratcher
A superb idea that never saw the light of day the Inner Scratcher was designed to scratch anything and everything that could be felt inside but not touched with human hand or foot or tooth. The device was three feet long and comprised a length of supercooled x-ray particles inside a wooden cane. Not very convincing you hear yourself say? Well I didn't hear you. The proof of the eating of the pudding is in the observation of the pudding eater eating the proof of the pudding. And I've seen that happening with my very eyes. I have seen it!!!
Now no more until next time and better luck next time. Happy nude years!
Tuesday 31 December 2013
Nuclear Power, Feed The World and The Astroflange Mallard
Good evening and more on the Reverend's inventions now with one of his inventions that he did. This next one happened in the approximately 1930s circa. Professor Vernon Atrium has spoken about this and next him. Personally I don't believe a word of it but then I didn't believe in 'Family Fortunes' and that told me. I could have earned a mint with that idea. Oh, well better luck next time. Over to the Professor, who by the sounds of his ramblings is very quite drunk having received a crate of Crab Wine that I sent him last week.
"Siphuncle's genius knew no bounds, such that he often required a net to catch it as it flew by. Thus came upon about him betwixt one evening, as 'twere, his inventionary masterplace - the AstroFlange Mallard. A combination of Copernican Physics, Ptolemaic Chemistry and Nazi Ornithology, the AstroFlange Mallard was Siphuncle's attempt to feed the known world, whilst wiping out those portions of it he deemed, 'unnecessary'. Mounted upon two 360-degree fellatons the size of Berkshire and capable of traversing the distance between New York and New York in any direction, Siphuncle was, for a short time, the only known nuclear power in the world."
"Upon reading of the test flight, John D. Rockefeller was heard to remark, "Fetch my gun and a box of my finest ammunition slaves.""
"The claws of the AF Mallard made short work of Rockefeller's indentured target-practice and Siphuncle landed in flames upon the summit of Mount de Mont Mint, in the Swiss Pyrenchees. Tuesday had been abandoned. The President of Lichtenstein, M. Fouf-Oof Argh-Ooo-Mm Bler De Zizz, was quoted as staying."
"After a week or so of, the AF Mallard's rebating beams began to fall into disrepale. Without fresh supplies of duck juice, Siphuncle knew that his monstrous de-invention would revert to its constituent parts; reed, wheat, oily leaves and a fanatical wheel-based mechanism with its own proto-sentience."
"Sadly, it was too late. In attempting to make a revived take-off from the lower slopes of Mount de Mont Mint, the AF Mallard's ventral stabilising penis became entangled in the rocky chlamydians of Switzerland's Infected Rolling Hills and the resulting fireball destroyed much of the nascent European foible industry, leading directly to World War InABit. Possibly more."
"Siphuncle survived but his invention wasn't. Thanks to an investment in Bouncy FacePads (tm), "Your Cheeks Are In Safe Hands", Siphuncle was catapulted into the laboratory of his erstwhile teacher, the venerable Clitoramus de Labia."
Yes, he did. I expect Sir Bob Geldof is shaking in his grave knowing the undisclosed breadth of Siphuncle's humanitarian exploits. Siphuncle worked with Clitoramus de Labia full-time, part-time, all-time, one-time, and tea-time. There he made some of his finest inventions:
"Siphuncle's genius knew no bounds, such that he often required a net to catch it as it flew by. Thus came upon about him betwixt one evening, as 'twere, his inventionary masterplace - the AstroFlange Mallard. A combination of Copernican Physics, Ptolemaic Chemistry and Nazi Ornithology, the AstroFlange Mallard was Siphuncle's attempt to feed the known world, whilst wiping out those portions of it he deemed, 'unnecessary'. Mounted upon two 360-degree fellatons the size of Berkshire and capable of traversing the distance between New York and New York in any direction, Siphuncle was, for a short time, the only known nuclear power in the world."
"Upon reading of the test flight, John D. Rockefeller was heard to remark, "Fetch my gun and a box of my finest ammunition slaves.""
"The claws of the AF Mallard made short work of Rockefeller's indentured target-practice and Siphuncle landed in flames upon the summit of Mount de Mont Mint, in the Swiss Pyrenchees. Tuesday had been abandoned. The President of Lichtenstein, M. Fouf-Oof Argh-Ooo-Mm Bler De Zizz, was quoted as staying."
"After a week or so of, the AF Mallard's rebating beams began to fall into disrepale. Without fresh supplies of duck juice, Siphuncle knew that his monstrous de-invention would revert to its constituent parts; reed, wheat, oily leaves and a fanatical wheel-based mechanism with its own proto-sentience."
"Sadly, it was too late. In attempting to make a revived take-off from the lower slopes of Mount de Mont Mint, the AF Mallard's ventral stabilising penis became entangled in the rocky chlamydians of Switzerland's Infected Rolling Hills and the resulting fireball destroyed much of the nascent European foible industry, leading directly to World War InABit. Possibly more."
"Siphuncle survived but his invention wasn't. Thanks to an investment in Bouncy FacePads (tm), "Your Cheeks Are In Safe Hands", Siphuncle was catapulted into the laboratory of his erstwhile teacher, the venerable Clitoramus de Labia."
Yes, he did. I expect Sir Bob Geldof is shaking in his grave knowing the undisclosed breadth of Siphuncle's humanitarian exploits. Siphuncle worked with Clitoramus de Labia full-time, part-time, all-time, one-time, and tea-time. There he made some of his finest inventions:
- The tea towel, lunch towel, supper towel and t'owl as a set called Three Towels and a Wildlife
- The radioactive, adhesive gas Uhunium
- Mongolian Standard Time (eventually split into British Standard Time and the nation of Mongolia)
Thursday 12 December 2013
Gastropod Tricker Nude Study and one other
Well, here it is now then! Here it is! As promised I can now bring you 'Gastropod Tricker Nude Study' (1847), a painting feared unseeable until... it was recently seen by Dr Daniel Ironic-Thrust, a world expert on this sort of thing and that sort of thing. Here he goes...
HA HA Ha Ha Ha, what do I win and better luck next time!!! It's difficult not to laugh in relief that this painting has finally come into consciousness. There's very little to say. Dr Ironic-Thrust has said all that is needed. I will simply add one word:
And leave it at that. Now to finish I shall review one last painting which always was. Here Prof Atrium brings it to us:
A Worm Eats Part of His Head (1856, or just before the Shipping Forecast)
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Yes, and it really did. Fantastic work talking about that painting there Prof Atrium. You can see why he is a professor. You can't make it up if it wrote itself could you?
Well, and now next time there it will all be about his inventions as per previous blogisode. I hope you look forward to enjoying it.
"As requested, I have unearthed Siphuncle's 1847 work, entitled 'Gastropod Tricker Nude Study'. I must say that I find it somewhat beguiling.
A 35 year old cherubic ruffian erotically tickles an owl. This metophorically represents something or other. The owl doesn't want to be in the picture, preferring instead to be at home eating strawberry ice-cream and watching the X Factor. A stuffed jay is nailed to the wall behind. The jay would not normally be impressed by the seraphim oik's display of turpitude, but to be honest, it's dead, so what do you expect?
You may notice (or maybe you didn't) that there are no gastropods depicted in the painting. They were tricked by Siphuncle into appearing in a different painting by a different artist who was actually a sculptor and not actually a painter and possibly not even actually a sculptor. The gastropods were never seen again. Perhaps they preferred it that way, the dirty little beggars.
The butterflies were not painted by Siphuncle, but were later added by an unknown artist at the request of the painting's former owner, Lady Penelope-Antelope Whitwednesday de Manacle. Dental x-rays have since shown the horrors hidden beneath. The butterfly on the left conceals the twisted face of Jonathan Agnew in full spasm, and the butterfly on the right hides a recipe for food (and a tiny willy). In hindsight, you can't really blame Lady de Manacle for her bespoilment of the Siphuncle picture - you too would have done the same.
What do I win?"
HA HA Ha Ha Ha, what do I win and better luck next time!!! It's difficult not to laugh in relief that this painting has finally come into consciousness. There's very little to say. Dr Ironic-Thrust has said all that is needed. I will simply add one word:
Winky
And leave it at that. Now to finish I shall review one last painting which always was. Here Prof Atrium brings it to us:
A Worm Eats Part of His Head (1856, or just before the Shipping Forecast)
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"This work was expanded from its original, which can be seen in the view from the window above the female figure's left shoulder. This small landscape is the infamous Seaside Inside (1899), Siphuncle's very first attempt at a metaphorical philoso-rubbing.
He decided to expand upon the original after a family friend was found dead on Cromer putting green, in several pieces, none of them entirely himself.
The two figures in the painting are Siphuncle's step-half-uncle, 'Chunky' Boris Munky and his three-quarter aunt, two-thirds mother, nine-tenths sister, Wisteria 'Chesty' Gobcheese. They are pictured as a prostitute and her prospective client, or 'worm' as they used to be called. The venue is an old 'head' shop, of the kind no longer found, which were popular in that they were. The 'worm' is attempting to pay the prostitute in potato crisps - Doritos and Walker's Salt n' Beefpepper, to be exact. Siphuncle lived on a diet of these crisps for many minutes. Pomegranate. Grapes. Bread.
The animals hanging on the back wall were all alive when painted and have presumably been imported by Siphuncle from the future, being as they were part of the famous 1950s Jazz ensemble, The Speaking Larks. The 'Larks were not only the first non-human Jazz ensemble ever to play Ronnie Plop's 'Plop Club de Filth', but were the only one to be their own instruments. Just visible is the group's bass throat, Harry, alongside the soprano octagon, Miranda Kleb. The others sit above, with Jesus. The large flintlock firearm upended at the rear used to belong to Siphuncle's earwax tutor, Imridris Hemlock, who would employ it to remove particularly stubborn clods, together with clients' brains.
The painting was kindly donated by force."
Yes, and it really did. Fantastic work talking about that painting there Prof Atrium. You can see why he is a professor. You can't make it up if it wrote itself could you?
Well, and now next time there it will all be about his inventions as per previous blogisode. I hope you look forward to enjoying it.
Tuesday 10 December 2013
Moon Recordings
Good Morning. I hope you have all recovered from the sight of a new Siphuncle masterpiece and the news of more to come (see previous)? Now I would like to change words and talk about his inventions and discoveries. I may even try and recreate some of his most famous experiments. I probably wont though. To begin with I will discuss his famous moon recording recordings.
The audio recordings of the moon (1918-1921) were made in their entirety. The Rev had patented a long-distance audio recorder, much like a telescope but for the sounds that he called "noises". Although no evidence of design plans remain the device is thought to have constituted a modified diamond-tipped gramophone recorder mounted on horseback. The recording trumpet was a tube of undetermined length full of
"mirrors and charcoal and that sort of thing for magnifying and purifying and magnifying and purifying the soundnoise in that order".
The device initially worked well but was plagued with backgrounds. His first ever subject, the Archbishop of Bethnal Green, spoke about his experience in his 'Experiences with the Rev Fanoire Siphuncle' Experience Book (1939):
'I was asked to ascend Mount Hereford (in the Bogswolds) and to wait there with my signalling mirror and candle-lamp. It wasn't a perfect night, the wind almost blew my mitre into a ravine.The Rev was standing on one leg at the peak of Throughputt Hill (over 50 miles away) with the horse-mounted device . I could see his signal clearly despite the howling rain. The whole process was completed very quickly and I spent more time climbing the peak than the recording.'
'We communicated during the hour by light signal codes. The Rev asked me to make several pre-arranged noises which were very specific. He would make angry signals with his mirrors if I deviated from this or tried to insert any of my famous animal impressions, such as the African Bird-Eating Bee, or Hudson's Paraquat Ape.'
The recording of this strange night is now in the British Museum of Folly along with the Moon Recordings. An excerpt of this recording is below:
Recording of Archbishop of Bethnal Green
Further recordings followed, each one increasing in distance until a limit of a few hundred miles was reached. The curvature of the Earth prevented progress and led to the decision to go straight for the moon. From the notebooks of the Reverend:
The recording is presented below
'It was the first clear night for three weeks. It had rained mostly through November and I was delighted that the clouds had dissipated in anticipation of the Birth of our Lord. An historic recording of the moon was now in the balance. Things went pretty well - a few adjustments and I was able to get what I hoped would be a good recording very quickly. I tucked the copper vinyl disc under my arm and began to make my way back with the moon expediently presenting my own shadow for me to follow.'
'Upon settling back into the lab I put the vinyl on straight away. The initial crackle caused an unquenchable excitement within me as the disc rotated, hissed and hummed. Success! The recording seemed excellent. I am not sure how to interpret what I have heard but clearly these are genuine moon sounds!'
Moon Recording
At the time the recordings were ridiculed as nonsensical, absurd, hilarious and a practical joke. However, in modern times these adjectives have been replaced by more modern expressions of incredulity such as boggleforth, bafflicating, poppycockerel and "very silly".
In response to this negative reaction Siphuncle did what he always does...he temporarily disappeared. He returned sometime in the spring, arriving naked on horseback to reclaim his parish from the temporary replacement Rev David Wensleybottom*. His work from then on concentrated on a new type of technology, that of nuclear power. We shall read more about that next time in the next blogisode.
*Rev Wensleybottom would go on to commit various acts of genocide in Rhodesia whilst hiding in a dustbin. He was sentenced to prison three times but never went.
Wednesday 4 December 2013
Apologies to those who have not seen anything new in these pages for a while. I have spent the last few months in space on the International Space Station trying to photograph the giant Swindon Tryptych, painted over centuries ago by our very own Rev Siphuncle.
When I returned I emptied my email inbox onto my desk and hungrily ravished the contents. There, staring me in the eyes was a message from Ironic thrust who it appears has found a very rare painting indeed. He has found 'Gastropod Tricker Nude Study'!!!
As soon as I can scan it in to my Loehnberg Auto II I shall present it. Unfortunately I need to get the repair man to fix it as, in my long absence, a circus midget had made his home in the rear segments of the machine. But don't worry. I had him shot.
In the absence of this exciting painting I will present one sent to me by Vernon Atrium which is also a painting which has never been seen! It's entitled 'Matt Damon Gripping A Sybarus' which has been missing for some time. Professor Atrium scanned this one in using the Graffenberg Bergschrunder which can be found in the International Painting Observatory in Bern, Switzerland.
Matt Damon Gripping A Sybarus (1839. Possibly ten to seven. Definitely an evening, at some point)
Siphuncle was an early sponsor of the actor Matt Damon, accidentally paying for the then-schoolboy to attend Captain Fettle's Fine Academy For Outgoing Young Lads. After the inevitable court case cause celebre and Fettle's eventual execution by diarrheaing squad, Siphuncle painted his tribute to the actor Matt Damon on a postage stamp, later expanding to a napkin, then a handkerchief, scarf, doormat and, eventually, the 85,000-foot by 24,000-foot canvas you see represented here, now hanging in orbit between Jupiter and Saturn.
In the customary, contrary Siphuncle manner, the actor Matt Damon is not included in the painting, at all. Critics have attempted to find him metaphorically, but we all know what a lucrative waste of everyone's time that is. Rather, the painting depicts the angel Madrigal leading a host of the recently-deceased to annoy the Ritalin-deficient celebrity pirate Russell Brand, fresh from his exploits performing at the Edinburgh Fresh Fish Dance in 2005. Amongst the crowd you may spot any or all of the following;
Chris Addison
Stephen K. Amos
Simon Amstell
Dan Antopolski
Arthur Askey
David Baddiel
Bill Bailey
Sacha Baron Cohen
Julian Barratt
Mitch Benn
Sanjeev Bhaskar
Danny Bhoy
Simon Bird
John Bishop
Richard Blackwood
Adam Bloom
Frankie Boyle
Jo Brand
Russell Brand
Kevin Bridges
Marcus Brigstocke
Roy 'Chubby' Brown
Rob Brydon
Rhona Cameron
James Campbell
Alan Carr
Jimmy Carr
Jasper Carrott
Jo Caulfield
Craig Charles
Ted Chippington
Paul Chowdhry
Julian Clary
Jackie Clune
Justin Lee Collins
Robbie Coltrane
Pat Condell
Brian Conley
Billy Connolly
Peter Cook
Tommy Cooper
Chris Corcoran
Matthew Crosby
Jim Davidson
Alan Davies
Les Dawson
Jack Dee
Hugh Dennis
Bill Dewar
Omid Djalili
Ken Dodd
Karen Dunbar
Justin Edwards
Ben Elton
Jo Enright
Lee Evans
Simon Evans
Graham Fellows
Marty Feldman
Craig Ferguson
Noel Fielding
Micky Flanagan
Paul Foot
Ricky Gervais
Kulvinder Ghir
Rhod Gilbert
Janey Godley
Dave Gorman
Boothby Graffoe
Stephen Grant
Jeff Green
Colin Griffiths
Malcolm Hardee
Jeremy Hardy
Natalie Haynes
Lenny Henry
Richard Herring
Benny Hill
Harry Hill
Wil Hodgson
Russell Howard
Frankie Howerd
Lee Hurst
Robin Ince
Eddie Izzard
Jethro
Milton Jones
Peter Kay
Phil Kay
Shappi Khorsandi
Patrick Kielty
Hugh Laurie
Stewart Lee
Sean Lock
Josie Long
Daniel Kitson
Lee Mack
Jason Manford
Bernard Manning
Max Miller
Michael McIntyre
Donna McPhail
Sarah Millican
Shazia Mirza
John Moloney
Bob Monkhouse
Simon Munnery
Al Murray
Rob Newman
Ross Noble
John Oliver
Celia Pacquola
Andy Parsons
Simon Pegg
Sue Perkins
Lucy Porter
Chris Ramsey
Howard Read
Mike Reid
George Roper
Rob Rouse
Jerry Sadowitz
Linda Smith
Dave Spikey
Mark Steel
Kev F. Sutherland
Meera Syal
Eric Sykes
Jimmy Tarbuck
Mark Thomas
Tommy Trinder
Royston Vasey
Johnny Vegas
Tim Vine
Nina Wadia
Mark Watson
Reg White
Jack Whitehall
Victoria Wood
Gina Yashere
Henny Youngman
Andy Zaltzman
Ola
Dylan Moran
Writing of the work after his death, Siphuncle wished it to be, ". . . launched from this place to the very 'eavens, so the Lawd Gawd 'imself will 'ave summat t'look at, rather than all them fackin' angels." His wish was granted in 2011, when NASA bought the work as ballast for its ill-fated Little Green Man misison to Mars.
Excellent work! No wonder Vernon Atrium is a professor. That's a lot of words. Hopefully we will see the exciting new Gastropod Tricker better luck next time.
When I returned I emptied my email inbox onto my desk and hungrily ravished the contents. There, staring me in the eyes was a message from Ironic thrust who it appears has found a very rare painting indeed. He has found 'Gastropod Tricker Nude Study'!!!
As soon as I can scan it in to my Loehnberg Auto II I shall present it. Unfortunately I need to get the repair man to fix it as, in my long absence, a circus midget had made his home in the rear segments of the machine. But don't worry. I had him shot.
In the absence of this exciting painting I will present one sent to me by Vernon Atrium which is also a painting which has never been seen! It's entitled 'Matt Damon Gripping A Sybarus' which has been missing for some time. Professor Atrium scanned this one in using the Graffenberg Bergschrunder which can be found in the International Painting Observatory in Bern, Switzerland.
Matt Damon Gripping A Sybarus (1839. Possibly ten to seven. Definitely an evening, at some point)
Siphuncle was an early sponsor of the actor Matt Damon, accidentally paying for the then-schoolboy to attend Captain Fettle's Fine Academy For Outgoing Young Lads. After the inevitable court case cause celebre and Fettle's eventual execution by diarrheaing squad, Siphuncle painted his tribute to the actor Matt Damon on a postage stamp, later expanding to a napkin, then a handkerchief, scarf, doormat and, eventually, the 85,000-foot by 24,000-foot canvas you see represented here, now hanging in orbit between Jupiter and Saturn.
In the customary, contrary Siphuncle manner, the actor Matt Damon is not included in the painting, at all. Critics have attempted to find him metaphorically, but we all know what a lucrative waste of everyone's time that is. Rather, the painting depicts the angel Madrigal leading a host of the recently-deceased to annoy the Ritalin-deficient celebrity pirate Russell Brand, fresh from his exploits performing at the Edinburgh Fresh Fish Dance in 2005. Amongst the crowd you may spot any or all of the following;
Chris Addison
Stephen K. Amos
Simon Amstell
Dan Antopolski
Arthur Askey
David Baddiel
Bill Bailey
Sacha Baron Cohen
Julian Barratt
Mitch Benn
Sanjeev Bhaskar
Danny Bhoy
Simon Bird
John Bishop
Richard Blackwood
Adam Bloom
Frankie Boyle
Jo Brand
Russell Brand
Kevin Bridges
Marcus Brigstocke
Roy 'Chubby' Brown
Rob Brydon
Rhona Cameron
James Campbell
Alan Carr
Jimmy Carr
Jasper Carrott
Jo Caulfield
Craig Charles
Ted Chippington
Paul Chowdhry
Julian Clary
Jackie Clune
Justin Lee Collins
Robbie Coltrane
Pat Condell
Brian Conley
Billy Connolly
Peter Cook
Tommy Cooper
Chris Corcoran
Matthew Crosby
Jim Davidson
Alan Davies
Les Dawson
Jack Dee
Hugh Dennis
Bill Dewar
Omid Djalili
Ken Dodd
Karen Dunbar
Justin Edwards
Ben Elton
Jo Enright
Lee Evans
Simon Evans
Graham Fellows
Marty Feldman
Craig Ferguson
Noel Fielding
Micky Flanagan
Paul Foot
Ricky Gervais
Kulvinder Ghir
Rhod Gilbert
Janey Godley
Dave Gorman
Boothby Graffoe
Stephen Grant
Jeff Green
Colin Griffiths
Malcolm Hardee
Jeremy Hardy
Natalie Haynes
Lenny Henry
Richard Herring
Benny Hill
Harry Hill
Wil Hodgson
Russell Howard
Frankie Howerd
Lee Hurst
Robin Ince
Eddie Izzard
Jethro
Milton Jones
Peter Kay
Phil Kay
Shappi Khorsandi
Patrick Kielty
Hugh Laurie
Stewart Lee
Sean Lock
Josie Long
Daniel Kitson
Lee Mack
Jason Manford
Bernard Manning
Max Miller
Michael McIntyre
Donna McPhail
Sarah Millican
Shazia Mirza
John Moloney
Bob Monkhouse
Simon Munnery
Al Murray
Rob Newman
Ross Noble
John Oliver
Celia Pacquola
Andy Parsons
Simon Pegg
Sue Perkins
Lucy Porter
Chris Ramsey
Howard Read
Mike Reid
George Roper
Rob Rouse
Jerry Sadowitz
Linda Smith
Dave Spikey
Mark Steel
Kev F. Sutherland
Meera Syal
Eric Sykes
Jimmy Tarbuck
Mark Thomas
Tommy Trinder
Royston Vasey
Johnny Vegas
Tim Vine
Nina Wadia
Mark Watson
Reg White
Jack Whitehall
Victoria Wood
Gina Yashere
Henny Youngman
Andy Zaltzman
Ola
Dylan Moran
Writing of the work after his death, Siphuncle wished it to be, ". . . launched from this place to the very 'eavens, so the Lawd Gawd 'imself will 'ave summat t'look at, rather than all them fackin' angels." His wish was granted in 2011, when NASA bought the work as ballast for its ill-fated Little Green Man misison to Mars.
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