tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108414452012-01-15T00:19:48.082ZInfrequent Infusions Of Carefully Choreographed CrazinessPop!http://www.blogger.com/profile/14362454095702314564noreply@blogger.comBlogger431100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10841445.post-9690869637245025662012-01-15T00:06:00.004Z2012-01-15T00:19:48.091Z

Sponsored by Cambrian Cameras™ — Do you need a button that adds creativity to your photos? Do you want to add nostalgia to last week’s snaps? Yes you do!With Paleozoic PhotoPro™ your art can suggest your camera was:Dropped down a 16 storey spiral staircaseSmothered in grease and ignitedBuried in a garden with a high water tableMake your photos look like they’ve been:Shot with a finger over the

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To mark our 42nd transmission, Sydney Sodno the singer-songwriter from Stanwell-Upon-Sea has written a song about his bedroom! He borrowed the tune from The NeverEnding Story, though. (Naughty Sydney.) Anyway, here goes:Turn aroundLook at what you seeIn this placeThe paper piled in reamsPrecious junk is everywhereHidden in plain sightBut some of the pagesTell the outline of a space-time-bending

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Gentlemen and ladies: Presenting for your pleasure, a piece of putrid prose preceding a volume of vile verse, it’s Sydney Sodno the singer-songwriter from Stanwell-Upon-Sea!Today, Caramelldansen in English! (With copious inspiration from Jingle Bella and the creator of this video.)Verse 1:Too-doo-too-doo-dooAiry-airy-airy-air...We all want to know whether you can danceRaise both your arms so that

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Well, as we’ve received more letters than usual lately, we’ve decided to start a programme called ChronoCanine and pretend the letters were sent to it...Dear ChronoCanine,I wish to become a victim of credit card unfraud. This is a process by which people who have acquired my card details by dubious means credit my bank account without my knowledge.The banks would like everyone to believe that

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Tiny Tickle UnRadio recently received the following correspondence:Dear Dr Flazenbea,Regarding your recommended course for reducing wolfing of the liver, I would like to request further medication. Is it possible, perchance, that you might increase my dosage from 1 mg per day to 14 mg as there is just not enough to go around.I am indebted to you, doctor, for drawing my attention to the labels of

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Anvil Boy is back thanks to popular demand! (Well, someone mumbled something about liking the series, and that counts, right?) So please welcome Anvil Boy!“Hello and thanks. It’s always nice to come here because of the free biscuits.”Hello Anvil Boy, or “Mark” as you so insistently call yourself, although I have no idea why...“It’s my name.”Yeah. Anyway, so what have you been up to lately?“That’s

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Hello. You’re tuned in to The Modem World—the show so modern, it has the word modem in the title! Today we’ll be asking the question, “Has life really changed that much in recent millennia?”You see, the other day I was chatting with a good friend of mine. She remarked that, in order to progress in the complex and busy world of today, one has to be like a well-oiled machine. Her understandable

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Good evening. It is time, once again, for our resident poet to emerge from his hole and vomit some verses—we genuinely have nothing better to broadcast today. Thus, we strongly recommend turning off your radio, as exposure to poetry has been known to cause nausea, dizziness and accelerated sensory combustion.Our resident poet begins with a brief comment on haiku poetry. Your ears may be warmed;

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We wish you a warm welcome to A Week Away’s World, your insight into tomorrow’s world. Today we’ll be looking at three amazing examples of technology that will soon be available in shops and, in one case, possibly ruling the Earth. Dimitigina is holding our first device. Dimitigina, what do you have there?“Hi, Rot. I’ve got my mitts on a Portable Posi-Decabulator, which is a gadget about half as

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Picture the scene: Late one night, somewhere in the midst of the University of Anvilania, a gangly, socially-awkward teenager squints at a computer screen. He sighs inwardly, as he finds that yet another shoulder of spiced pork has deposited itself amongst his electronic mailgrams, then he viciously prods his keyboard’s “Start Voice Conference With Tiny Tickle UnRadio” button...Well, ladies and

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Hello and welcome once again to Tiny Tickle UnRadio! We’re celebrating our 33rd broadcast with the introduction of our new improved Superific Kustomised broadcasting system. Its numerous shining improvements include:Louder colours so that users of poorly-maintained reception equipment can hear us better. However, we still recommend that listeners who haven’t already done so should invest in

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We interrupt this prolonged UnRadio-silence to bring you the following misinformation, which is marginally less outrageous than that broadcast by our rival, Fox Nooz. Good evening.Our mole has confirmed rumours that Sydney Sodno, the former singer-songwriter from Stanwell Upon Sea, will today publicly announce his switch to a career in Law. After completing an accelerated course, he will on 16th

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Good day and welcome to Divining For Divinity! Our guest for today is a Mr Yooreeg "Wine" Cellar, a remarkable man known for his frequent overindulgence in "the beverage of the gods" and his intense belief that he possesses supernatural powers. Hello Yooreeg!Hurrow...Yooreeg will be helping us to find gods in the wild by divining for divinity, an occupation that requires great skill and...

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A large proportion of our listeners have written in concerning the recent lack of broadcasts from this station. In response to their questions, we shall explain why the airwaves have been silent:For the past few weeks, we have been completely occupied with the tasks of reclaiming Broadcasting Basement and bringing its anvil-crazed captor, Sydney Sodno, to justice. The former task has been

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Don't you just hate the way grime and grease get everywhere?Mess!Wouldn't you prefer it if the grime and grease weren't there?Yes!In that case, try new Grime 'N' Grease B'Ware!Fresh!Just spray it on and it'll scare the dirt away by being absolutely horrible. Duh duh duuuuh! Another insensitive product from Sillit Explosion.*You know when you go to an anvil rental shop like, say, Blockruster? You

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As a result of unpopular demand, I have decided to continue this hideous story.Twice upon a time, in a delicious chocolaty galaxy right under our collective schnoz, a little boy was still waiting for Edward Excel's promise to finish coming true; the Royal Pigeon had yet to bring the blue grade the boy so deserved. Fortunately, Edward had given Yuck Ass the spider a magical image of the blue grade

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No, contrary to popular belief, I am not totally obsessed with anvils. I also like this penguin photograph. I hope that, technically, this isn't plagiarism because I haven't claimed it to be my photograph -- but I'm keeping this title as I like it. This programme is on air basically to keep Lucie quiet whilst I get my bearings and write longer anvil-related UnRadio programmes. I also hope those

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Well, it seems some of you have been wondering what I've been doing in here all this time. The answer is, writing a story -- forging it by hammering it against my anvil. It goes like this:Once upon a time, there was a little boy who liked anvils. One day he applied to take the BSc Study of Anvils course at the University of Anvilania. The University told him he would need to study hard at college

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A wise... thing... once remarked, "Ah, anvils at dawn. What could be finer?" This programme is dedicated to anvils -- it's a celebration of all that is anvilly. It begins with a short poem entitled WHY ANVILS R GREAT, written and performed by Sydney Sodno, the singer-songwriter from Stanwell Upon Sea:Anvils are wondrous entities, often overlooked,Yet if you drop one on a friend, you'll quickly

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The news: The BBC is about to die. That is to say, its Cult website is about to close.That’s right, ladies and gentlemen: Broadcasting Basement’s bigger brother, Britain’s British Broadcasting Corporation, is about to close its extremely popular world-famous website for no apparent reason. Please join us and send them an official complaint. Those who request a reply should be aware that the BBC

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We regret that Tiny Tickle UnRadio has recently neglected to broadcast. This is because of the unfortunate fact that Broadcasting Basement was struck by a mass examination on 9th June. Furthermore, each time we attempted to recover from the ensuing chaos we were once again struck down by further examinations. Normal service will be resumed as soon as our employees have finished performing their

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Doctor September Hammer Grewbles-Fiddleshire McSergeant of the newly formed Ministry of Silly Names has notified Tiny Tickle UnRadio's Powers That Be of a website dedicated to silly molecule names. The Powers That Be, being intensely technophobic, tried to delete the site but succeeded only in disabling their computers rather severely. Consequently, they are unable to prevent us from informing

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Hey kidzes, velcome to Cheeldren's Broadcasteeng Basement; ther show dedeecated to all you little schnoockles. Theese week we have a great neew programme called Benn & Beell. It's starting now. Turn ther volyoom up so that you can heer them!Benn: Bob.Beell: Blabb?Benn: Flobadob.Beell: Flob-bob blob.Benn: Gobbob...Wood: Woooooood!Beell: No, it's "Wood"Wood: Wooooood?!Beell: Say "Wood"Benn: Quiet,

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As a radio station, Tiny Tickle UnRadio is inherently superior to all television stations. One area in which we are better is in scheduling. The BBC, for instance, gets vast numbers of viewers used to watching a popular show like Doctor Who at a good time like 19:00 hours, then maliciously spoils it all by quietly showing the 9th episode 30 minutes earlier than usual so that people miss most of

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Listeners are advised to note that rubber ducks, as used in bath tubs worldwide, are now mandatory in certain parts of Egypt and England. Ducks must be made from high quality duck molecules. Random inspections will result in the prosecution of any bather not found to be in possession of a suitably rubbery and ducky object.We have received queries regarding the acquisition of artistic licenses.

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In response to the overwhelming listeners' response we didn't receive, the Likeable Links section returns today with links to Uncyclopedia.org -- your free source of useless misinformation -- and to one of the largest electronic games in the world -- which we like to call Titanic Tetris. A conceptual cousin of this particular incarnation of Tetris is the infamous Nintendo Game Man.Also on the

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What? You think we're broadcasting adverts more frequently? No! It's an illusion caused by the acceleration of time as people age.Artistic Licenses are now available! From 1st of Nocturnalember 2132 onwards, it will be illegal to call yourself an artist without a valid Artistic License. The Bureaux d'Artistic Licenses recommends that you get your license as soon as possible in order to maximise

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One of Tiny Tickle UnRadio's frequent listeners, who also happens to be a chicken, wrote us a poem:A chicken once laughed,Down a ventilation shaft,And caught its crest in the fan.The noise was appalling,Like a lawnmower stalling,So the chicken leapt up and ran.The other birds laughedAnd said, "You're awfully daft,You've lost your headgear to a fan!"And the chicken replied,"Hey, I nearly died!Be

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We’re just about to break for our second short burst of garishly awful advertising, so get ready retune... No, wait! I meant it as a joke! Oh great. Now I’ve been fired. Well, guys, you run the tape, I’ll clear my desk. Before I go, I’d like to say it was nice to—hey, let go of my mic plu— *click*Lynn’s Drink!It’s the sort of drink you drink with a mug!It’s the sort of drink you drink when you’re

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Welcome to our super special Spurious Spellings Special service.Sir Sparkle II wishes to know why Choir isn't spelt Chior or even Quire. Meanwhile, his friend, Mr Marcus Megalomaniacus, thinks that Awkward should be spelt Orquod. If you can help them with their spurious spellings, please don't hesitate to write us a message.And, on a less spellingy but equally spurious note, when are SouthWest

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Broadcasting Basement advises against the use of the Internet. However, we have recently become aware of a minority of our listeners and employees who are interested in such technological hoo-ha and would like to recommend a few sites over the coming CUT (Convenient Unit of Time.)Firstly, for fools with computers who like reading about other fools with computers, there's RinkWorks' Computer

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Tiny Tickle UnRadio is proud to present Occle, the world's shortest silent radio play, which was written and performed by William Shakespeare's lesser-known half-brother, Wallace Brakespeare, who is here with us now. Brakespeare is 444 years old and currently living in a privately-owned gravel pit in South-East England. But before we air the recording, please tell us a little about how you came

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The following intriguing and scary poems and songs should have been broadcast before the "first" edition of the Peculiar Poetry Point. Unfortunately, because of a minor temporal fault, that Peculiar Poetry Point was broadcast before it was recorded. We at Broadcasting Basement would like to take this opportunity to iron the record flat and straight, so that it doesn't have any of those cursed

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During a recent casual lunch meeting, our resident philosopher felt driven to scrawl his worldly musings onto the nearest napkin. I am just about to read out his thoughts. Listeners who are likely to be offended by this programme are advised to get a grip!“1 &times medium vegetarian lasagne, 2 &times garlic bread, 2 glasses liquid frog, total cost: more than I can afford. Note to self: Leave

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We would like to thank listeners for their numerous responses to our earlier Manic Musings.First of all, a curious commentator called Carl Cringeworth recently discovered Mrs Arseonionne's scissors in the bread-bin. This could explain how the inner five-year-olds made cheese 'n' sellotape sandwiches for lunch on that fateful scissor-vanishing day. Listeners should be informed that we are

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Welcome to the Peculiar Poetry Point, where pointless and peculiar poetry comes to life. Today we have three offerings from writers who, wisely, wish to remain anonymous in order to avoid being burned at the stake. Poetry is a punishable offense in Luxembourg, you see, and we don't want Ammel Smitch and Glonnia to... Oh, I have said too much.Little Jack Horner Returns...Little Jack HornerSat in a

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Inspired by our previous programme, thousands of listeners have written in with their own intriguing questions. We are pleased to have the privilege of reading out the ones that were not mixed up with the laundry by mistake.First up, Peter Gromsfeldt from Miccleshire asks: "Why do Blue Peter call sticky-tape sticky-backed-plastic when the sticky side is the front, not the back?" Indeed, Peter,

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A cook, who has been tuning into our unradio station on an unregular basis ever since we started broadcasting, has taken it upon himself to write us a short letter on the subject of America:Dear Tiny Tickle UnRadio,I have recently discovered that Americans call a trapezium a "trapezoid" and a trapezoid a "trapezium." This is odd.Yours faithfully,Arthur Nugens BrocksonThe catering department at

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Are you fed up with catchy music spinning around in your head for hours? Are you tired of listening to those voices that everyone else says they can’t hear? Do you ever get that feeling you’re being watched, but the only thing you can see that has eyes is a teddy bear in the corner of the room, which seems to be getting darker, smaller... the walls closing in...?!What you need is Othan-Q4’s NEW

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Tiny Tickles are a species that occupies higher-dimensional space. They evolved millions of years ago from the primordial fluff of the Carpet Dimensions and make a distinctive “goodge-goodge-goodge” noise when tickling things. They are particularly adept at tickling because they have five limbs, one of which doubles as a head. The head features a pair of eyes, each of which is capable of seeing

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And now, as the time approaches 22:50, an instructive programme on efficient timekeeping: How To Reuse Your Gregorian Calendars:Our team of crack mathematicians recently designed a complex computer program that assisted us in the creation of the following fourteen lists. These lists should be of much use to environmentally paranoid people, such as us, who wish to save paper and money by reusing

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We are proud to be able to introduce the first proper programme ever to be broadcast on Tiny Tickle UnRado: How To Make A Tiny Tickle:Assuming that you are a mere human being, it is impossible for you to actually make a Tiny Tickle. You can, however, achieve a pretty good idea of what a Tiny Tickle would look like if it ever felt inclined to hang around in a three-dimensional Euclidean space.For

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Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls and anybody who doesn’t fit into the four aforementioned categories, hello and welcome to Tiny Tickle UnRadio! We’re the only radio station that isn’t! Yes, it’s true: We’re a radio station that doesn’t make a sound! We have no music, we have no talk shows, we don’t even broadcast time signals digitally on shortwave... What we offer is available from no other

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