Warning!
This site was plumbed from the perilous depths of Popeye's late night radio show on PurpleFM and contains woeful wit, piteous puns, abysmal alliteration and gratuitious verbal abuse of small cuddly animals in the name of a few cheap titters!

If you are likely to be offended by products such as Instant Badger, the morally dubious research of Professor Hans Christian Burner, or racy revelations about Thora Hird, then please click the bishop and go and find yourself a life.

If, on the other hand, you promise not to fire off fervent feverish fusillades of furore to my ISP, the BBC, the RSPCA, my good self, my bad self, my dad's elf and anyone who will listen to your self-righteous rantings, then you probably have some semblance of a sense of humour, and some semblance of a life already. CHOOSE THE KID TO ENTER! (If you'll pardon the phrase......)