Unlucky Fried Kitten Do The Maths

When I went to school we were taught properly. It's interesting to note how questions in exams have changed over the years...to reflect the times. I have dragged the exam papers from my ever-increasing litter of sprogs, from the attic. I noticed an interesting pattern of change in the MATHEMATICS question.

1. Teaching maths in 1970

A logger sells a truckload of timber for £100.

His cost of production is 4/5 of the price.

What is his profit?

2. Teaching Maths In 1980

A logger sells a truckload of timber for £100.

His cost of production is 80% of the price.

What is his profit?

3. Teaching Maths In 1990

A logger sells a truckload of timber for £100.

His cost of production is £80.

How much was his profit?

4. Teaching Maths In 2000

A logger sells a truckload of timber for £100.

His cost of production is £80 and his profit is £20.

Your assignment: Underline the number 20.

5. Teaching Maths In 2005

A logger cuts down a beautiful forest because he is selfish and inconsiderate and cares nothing for the habit of animals or the preservation of our woodlands.

Your assignment: Discuss how the birds and squirrels might feel as the logger cut down their homes just for a measly profit of £20.

6. Teaching Maths In 2009

A logger is arrested for trying to cut down a tree in case it may be offensive to Muslims or other religious groups not consulted in the felling licence. He is also fined a £100 as his chainsaw is in breach of Health and Safety legislation as it deemed too dangerous and could cut something. He has used the chainsaw for over 20 years without incident however he does not have the correct certificate of competence and is therefore considered to be a recidivist and habitual criminal. His DNA is sampled and his details circulated throughout all government agencies. He protests and is taken to court and fined another £100 because he is such an easy target. When he is released he returns to find Gypsies have cut down half his wood to build a camp on his land. He tries to throw them off but is arrested, prosecuted for harassing an ethnic minority, imprisoned and fined a further £100.

While he is in jail the Gypsies cut down the rest of his wood and sell it on the black market for £100 cash. They also have a leaving BBQ of squirrel and pheasant and depart leaving behind several tonnes of rubbish and asbestos sheeting. The forester on release is warned that failure to clear the fly tipped rubbish immediately at his own cost is an offence. He complains and is arrested for environmental pollution, breach of the peace and invoiced £12,000 plus VAT for safe disposal costs by a regulated government contractor.

Your assignment: How many times is the logger going to have to be arrested and fined before he realises that he is never going to make £20 profit by hard work, give up, sign onto the dole and live off the state for the rest of his life?

7. Teaching Maths In 2010

A logger doesn’t sell a lorry load of timber because he can’t get a loan to buy a new lorry because his bank has spent all his and their money on a derivative of securitised debt related to sub- prime mortgages in Alabama and lost the lot with only some government money left to pay a few million pound bonuses to their senior directors and the traders who made the biggest losses.

The logger struggles to pay the £1,200 road tax on his old lorry however, as it was built in the 1970s it no longer meets the emissions regulations and he is forced to scrap it.

Some Bulgarian loggers buy the lorry from the scrap merchant and put it back on the road. They undercut everyone on price for haulage and send their cash back home, while claiming unemployment for themselves and their relatives. If questioned they speak no English and it is easier to deport them at the governments expense. Following their holiday back home they return

to the UK with different names and fresh girls and start again. The logger protests, is accused of being a bigoted racist and as his name is on the side of his old lorry he is forced to pay £1,500

registration fees as a gang master.

The Government borrows more money to pay more to the bankers as bonus’s are not cheap. The parliamentarians feel they are missing out and claim the difference on expenses and allowances.

You do the maths.

8. Teaching Maths 2017

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Gypsy by The Martini Slutz with Unlucky Fried Kitten

Mildred Littlefair...who was gypsy girl Marnie Allbright in a previous life.

Marnie Allbright was a gypsy girl known around the Weald of Kent as a ferocious camp-site dancer. She made dance her medium in a time before television and radio were the norm...and people flocked from yards around to see her frenetic fire-side gyrations...incorporating a cast of woodland animals...mostly rabbits and wildcats.
Fire was discovered a long time before the rabbit...most historians concur...and Marnie fused the two together with remarkable style. Old eye-witness accounts say that "when she danced her feet never touched the floor" (perhaps she was wearing shoes)
Marnies is documented in the anthology "15 Short Stories For Squirrels" written by a young Andy Export..and buried in a box at The Hilly Fields in the valley between Brenchley and Castle Hill. The manuscript was buried in 1971...by Andy himself and he claims it was never recovered....though there have been rumours that it has exchanged hands for £14 (plus £1.99 post and packaging)...yet to be substantiated.
The song itself..."Gypsy" was recorded in an aircraft hanger at West Malling Airfield...now a housing estate called Kingshill. Astute observers will recognise that West Malling Airfield has played it's own part in rock history as the location for The Beatles "Magical Mystery Tour" film of 1967. The airfield furthered it's link to the pop landscape when punk band 'V2086'...named after the Catalogue number to the Sex pistols "Never mind The Bollocks" album...signed their ill-fated record deal in the Spitfire pub...next to Asda...on the estate. 'V2086' vanished mid-way through a gig at the Royal Albion boozy biker pub in Havock Lane, Maidstone..in the late 80's. They have not surfaced since. Their much-rejoiced debut single "Pop Group" can still be heard in The UFK Dollshouse...with an accompanying slideshow on YouTube.
Marnie Allbright came back in a later life as Mildred Littlefair...the psychic who has worked so closely with Unlucky Fried Kitten in the UFK Dollshouse. She likes cats.
The Beatles went on to have a successful recording career...only eclipsed by the emergence of global genius Chad Kroeger and his astonishingly innovative rock band, Nickelback.

The Life and Times of an Old Penny

THE LIFE AND TIMES OF A PENNY

IN 1940
I STARTED MY LIFE
A LONDON DOCKER
BOUGHT FLOWERS FOR HIS WIFE
THEY LIVED IN PLAISTOW
JEFFERSON ROAD
NUMBER 60
THEIR HUMBLE ABODE

I AM A PENNY X 4

I WENT TO LEYSDOWN
TARNISHED BUT CLEAN
I SPENT SIX MONTHS THERE
IN SLOT MACHINES
ACROSS TO MAIDSTONE
IN A WIDOWER’S PURSE
HE SPENT ME WISELY
ON A BOOK OF SAD VERSE

I AM A PENNY X 4

I PAID FOR TOFFEE-APPLES AND CUBAN CIGARS
THE BEANO AND THE DANDY AND MILK CHOCOLATE BARS
PAINTED LEAD SOLDIERS AND LACES FOR SHOES
MY LITTLE BABY COUSIN ENDED UP IN TOULOUSE

THE 1950′S
THEY WERE A BORE
8 YEARS IN BOURNEMOUTH
IN THE BACK OF A DRAWER
I MIXED WITH MOTH-BALLS
CANDLES AND SNUFF
GREASEPROOF PAPER
BUT MOSTLY JUST FLUFF

I AM A PENNY X 4

FORGET THE 50′S
THE DECADE WAS DRAB
BRING ON THE 60′S
GROOVY AND FAB
I WENT TO NIGHTCLUBS
IT WAS INSANE
MEMORIES ROLLING
DOWN PENNY LANE

A LITTLE KID’S COLLECTION IN ”79
THEY COVERED ME IN BRASSO TO GIVE ME A SHINE
WITH THE COINS FROM THE MERSEY AND THE THAMES AND THE TYNE
CHEERS TO ELVIS COSTELLO FOR THE USE OF THAT RHYME

I AM A PENNY X 4

Jeremy Rowling and Andy Export of Unlucky Fried Kitten were chatting about the way things move along in life…well…they were talking about the life of Unlucky Fried Kitten at first…how it had changed and evolved since 1995 when it first leapt out of a box….a metaphorical box, that is. Well…all things change, don’t they? It lead on to them thinking about how certain twists of fate move certain things to certain parts of the world. So…Andy very quickly penned this ditty…as an example. Unlucky Fried Kitten…The Life and Times of an Old Penny.
So....how did Andy know where this penny had been since 1940? Easy. He enlisted the help of New Wave Psychic, Mildred Littlefair. This is a great time to introduce the sterling work of Mildred..who has become almost an ancilliary member of UFK....assisting in various songs and experiments from within the UFK Dollshouse. Mildred, a gypsy dancer in a previous life*, has proved to be a valuable help in such projects as "The Unlucky Fried Kitten Copy and Paste Conspiracy Theory", the "Pub-Table Through The Ages" saga, the "Isle of Sheppey Refurbishment Disaster" and other works. She's a strange girl (since someone told her she had a nice profile she always tries to walk sideways) but she has been a wonderful help to the cause of UFK.
For this song she retraced the steps of the 1940 penny...for a payment of a box of fading photographs of sheds of Old England. It was a difficult task for Mildred...she lost a lot of weight and had to sleep on a bed of pre-decimalisation goatskin eiderdowns...to get the connection.
*it was discovered, through regression, that Mildred was once a gypsy dancer girl called Marnie Allbright...from the pre-Victorian Woodlands of Sittingbourne.

Unlucky Fried Kitten Copy and Paste Conspiracy

Andy Export of the Maidstone pop band Unlucky Fried Kitten has today released the following statement:

It is an unfortunate truth that I have had to close the doors of the UFK Dollshouse…as from today…and for the foreseeable future. I’ll try to explain in simple terms…but some of the following information will seem astonishing. I ask you not to judge the following disclosures until you have ingested the data and accepted the situation with a broad mind. I’ll try to be concise but please remember two things. ONE…I am a musician and artist…my writing skills are limited to jolly little pop-songs with Unlucky Fried Kitten. TWO: The opinions expressed are entirely my own….but the facts are set in stone.

When I set up the UFK Dollshouse in 1997…..2 years after forming Unlucky Fried Kitten…my idea was to use it as an umbrella for like-minded pop bands…a holding house, if you wish, from which the venues and record companies of this world could pluck the lucky bands in the system. It didn’t go according to plan…though I did eventually gather a nice little group of pop acts eventually. Some of the acts are still with me. (The Bolans, I Am A Spider, The Cemetry Gaes, Mickey Apples, V2086, Death In Venice, The Cinzano Slagz, Rocker Billy, Faye McAdemy)

With the turn of the Millenium I could see a big change coming in music and I realised it was time to embrace the internet and multi-media side of music. No great shakes there…I’m sure that most people in the biz had sussed that out. However…I always wanted to be one step ahead…and that’s why I turned the UFK Dollshouse into a multi-functioning workshop and editing suite. I enlisted Rio…a programmer from Los Angeles…and we set about our colossal task…..based on the copy and paste principle. This is where it gets crazy. I accept that most of the people reading this will be disbelieving…and I understand that some will laugh behind their hands….but I’ll carry on…and try to explain. Rio and I brainstormed all the ideas for our project. We touched upon all the things that have now come to be normal in this biz….online gigs, internet tours from static sites, downloads,musician-agency networking etc. One thing that hasn’t been done is the “copy and pasting” of audiences. We studied hard and worked tirelessly to achieve results with this. It will never be as simple as it sounds…or as beautiful as it sounds….the copying and pasting of individuals to form an audience over the ethernet…but we know it can be done…and I’d bet my last dollar on the belief that it will be done by the year 2030…..that’s 22 years from now. It may not be done by Unlucky Fried Kitten (though we hope it will) and it might not come busting out of the doors of the UFK Dollshouse…but it will happen. We have made certain advancements….but we have suddenly found opposition from a whole host of big companies. This is starting to seriously hamper our progress. This is why we have had to close the doors of the UFK Dollshouse. The next post explains how we at Unlucky Fried Kitten…as a pop band….are being diverted from our task.
Unlucky Fried Kitten have a vision. By the year 2030 they want to see instant audience assembly using the copy and paste principle. Here’s the current scenario: You finish work…and you want to go and see a band. You trawl through the gig-guides to see what’s on offer…and you have to restrict yourself to venues within reasonable travelling distance. Not a great choice. Here’s our UFK Dollshouse scenario: If you could “copy and paste” yourself to any venue…near or far…there are no limits. The Kaiser Chiefs in Glasgow…no problem. The Godfathers at Islington Academy…easy. Unlucky Fried Kitten at The Beirkeller Bristol…dig it. The Only Ones in Belgium….bring it on. One click and you’re there.

I’ve missed gigs before now…I’m sure we all have…where I’ve had the ticket for weeks…but on the night I was so exhausted that I couldn’t be arsed to make the journey. I’ve regretted it. The Buzzcocks at The Mick Jagger Centre in Dartford springs to mind. If the UFK copy and paste facility had been available I would have gone. When you consider the notion you soon realise that the principle extends to everyday life beyond our wildest dreams. You would copy and paste yourself to get to work. Copy and paste to Barbados for your lunch break. You wouldn’t even need to walk up the stairs when you go to bed. Click….you’re there. But where does this all take us? Is it too far? Is it a progress of gluttony?

Whilst Unlucky Fried Kitten (andy export and rio fraser) were considering all this..and working our little red fluffy socks off…we gradually became aware of certain rumblings in the motor car industry. We have knowledge of those concerns now. I’ll try to explain.

The automobile industry are…as we read…pumping millions of pounds into research for the development of an underground transport structure. The big motor car manufacturers are working in unison. They know that the car, as an individual mode of transport, will be a thing of the past in coming years. That will lead to a monopoly of sorts and it will change the industry. The new underground networks (and there will be many) will be pretty much the same as our current underground train system…so the actual conveyance machine will be owned by the network company. The big motor car manufacturers know that they have to jump onto this bandwagon…or go bust. By the time our copy and paste principle is really kicking in…at around 2030…the first underground travel networks….across the whole of the land…will be materialising. Also…by that time…the motor industry old guard will have pumped billions into research and development. It would be a travesty beyond comprehension for their plans and fortunes to be thwarted in one fell swoop by a snotty little punk pop band called Unlucky Fried Kitten….from Maidstone. Perhaps, now, our readers will understand why we (unlucky fried kitten) are very highly disregarded by the heirachy of the motor car industry. They know that if our copy and pasting of people works….their plans will be valueless and unusable…and their money will be gone. Unlucky Fried Kitten…as a pop band…will keep working with this…and they will do so from the Ufk Dollshouse. Unlucky Fried Kitten want to be the first band to have a copy and paste audience.

Experts have said that we have made just a 5% cut into the advancement of the technical age. If this is true then we can only imagine what advancements will be made over the next decade….and then over the decade after that. Sit yourself back with a cup of Earl Grey and consider how things were before we had some of our everyday items that we take for granted. Cameras, televisions, computers. radios, fax machines, mobile phones, cars, microwave ovens, cd players….so on and so forth. Those items and inventions all have one very strong thing in common. They would have been ridiculed had someone expressed their concept 3 decades before their inception. You’d be hard pushed to find anyone of decent mind who would disagree with that. Some of the things to come over the next 2 or 3 decades are quite easy to predict…they can be seen….metaphorically…coming over the hill as we read this. We will all be micro-chipped, that’s for sure. People are fussing about the introduction of i.d. cards right now….but in a decade or so the i.d. card will be as old-hat as the Betamax VCR you see at Big Berties Bouncy Boot Bonanza on a Sunday. Tagged at birth…without a question or doubt.(I don’t believe we’ll see detachable human heads in my lifetime…that’ll take a little longer…but it will come. You’ll take your head off at night and put it on charge. By this time, though, sleep will probably be a thing of the past…so you’ll need a spare head for use while the other one is being charged.) I predict that within 15 years…that’ll be around about 2023…we will have Complete Memory Restoration. With CMR you will be able to revisit any event from your past. You will be able to download your memories after you’ve revived them in your mind. Let’s take my case…of playing for the school football team. I played for Brenchley and Matfield Primary School in Brenchley, Kent in 1972….when I was 11 years old. I was the leading goal-scorer and it was one of the proudest times of my life. I was a bit of a goal-hanger…the manager constantly told me that…but I scored some memorable goals. With CMR I’ll be able to see those goals again….revisit the day and see it exactly as I saw it then. I won’t be able to watch the game from a spectator perspective…of course…unless I find someone who was there watching…and I can snag his download. CMR draws from an immense well which is your memory…and everything you have seen can be seen again and put into a viewing bank….much like YouTube. Within 25 years…at around 2033…we’ll be able to retrieve the recall of the dead. Not the long dead….the recently expired. The time factor will echo the time factor for the use of liver, kidney etc which happens now. So…we can see the last things a murdered person saw…..which will help solve more murders. As a footnote to that…it is a fact that we use eyes in transplants now. If you had said to someone 50 years ago “I reckon they’ll be taking eyes out of one person and putting them into someone else” they would have kicked you up the arse and rushed you off to the Looney Bin. Brain Transplants are common now…..not just unbelievable plot-lines for Dr Frankenstein. We have limb transplants now, of course, but it won’t be very long before we have interchangeable limbs. Another dead cert is that you will be able to choose the sex of your baby. I would bet my last dollar….this last dollar is doing me well….that it can easily be done right now. They just gotta be seen to be getting through the ethics of it.
When we talk about the copy and paste of a person in the context of our UFK development it is easy to see why people will scoff. We don’t just click a mouse and instantly transport a human to another place. If only it were that easy. The UFK Dollshouse is not the Starship Enterprise…and I’m sure as Hell not Captain James T Kirk. Our success in this field involves something similar to Remote Viewing. I am sure that most of you know roughly what Remote Viewing is…so I won’t insult your intelligence by Googling it and copy/pasting a load of info about it. If you want to know more yourself (and it is a fascinating subject) just Google it and see for yourself. (Wikipaedia have a section on it)

So…with some of the fundamentals of the Remote Viewing principle…and with a combination of cognitive consciousness and esp…we found success with our experimental adventure. Please be aware that no drugs are involved…the use of hallucinogenics or pain-killers would render the experiment pointless and devoid of any confirming evidence. I was laid on a trolley-bed with my eyes closed and with a blindfold for extra darkness. It took me a good 5 minutes to get into the correct mode. I can’t fully divulge our tactics…we are in a race to be the first to copy/paste an audience….but I can say that it takes a lot of effort and concentration to get into what some might say is a trance-like state. My way of describing it would be to say that you have to sink back into yourself from the front of your head as you replace layer of darkness with a new layer of darkness over and over until you are no longer “in the building” so to speak. You have to feel a kind of power surge…usually 8 or 9 times….then your mind is open. Here is the account of this particular experiment.

“First of all I am flying around in the sky….in complete darkness. Then the sky lights up….I see a chimney stack on the corner of a house in a London street. The brickwork is so defined. I’m seeing a figure on the pavement and it seems to be Victorian times. The light is fading….the London street is disappearing…and I am back to darkness. There are so many flashing images…I don’t have the time to identify all of them.

At the moment…as I am recounting this…I am falling asleep.

For this reason………I have to go….but I will come back and give you the experiment details later….in the next post

The Ghost Train

THE GHOST TRAIN

THIS IS THE GHOST TRAIN MATEY
SO GET ON BOARD
YOU SAVED HARD FOR THE TICKET
AND THIS IS YOUR REWARD
YOU'RE FEELING GOOD TODAY
THE WHISTLE BLOWS YOU'RE ON YOUR WAY
THUNDERING ALONG THE HAUNTED TRACK

THIS IS THE GHOST TRAIN SO FAST AND LOUD
YOU SEE THE SKELETONS AND SPIDERS AS YOU RACE BY
YOU'RE ON THE GHOST TRAIN WITH THE GHOSTLY CROWD
AND NOW WE 'RE STORMING THROUGH THE TREES
LET'S HAVE YOUR TICKETS PLEASE

LIKE A KALEIDOSCOPE
IT'S HARD TO UNDERSTAND
GO AROUND A CORNER
YOU'RE IN ANOTHER LAND
YOU'RE IN A FOREST NOW
RINKY-DINK AND HOLY COW
THUNDERING ALONG THE HAUNTED TRACK

THIS IS THE GHOST TRAIN WITH BELLS AND LIGHTS
THERE ARE A THOUSAND MILLION COBWEBS
DRAGGING THROUGH YOUR HAIR
YOU'RE ON A GHOST TRAIN SO SCREAM TONIGHT
AND WHEN YOU MAKE IT TO THE END
YOU'LL THINK YOU'RE ROUND THE BEND

(This Song Can Be Seen On YouTube)

In 1972 Andy built a ghost train in his back garden at The New Bungalow in Brenchley, Kent, with the assistance of his three pals...Ashley, Greg and Russell. They all lived in Palmer's Green Lane...between Brenchley and Castle Hill. (Brothers Ash, Greg and Russ Bournes resided at Town Farm) David Rhys-Jones...and his sister Sophie lived opposite Town Farm in Homestead Cottage. Twenty-Seven years later Sophie married Prince Edward...but not before she'd seen the fabled local landmark that was the "Palmer's Green Lane Ghost Train" Andy and his friends made the carriages from orange boxes painted in dark twisted black and red colours to represent the gloominess of the night and the redness of the Manchester United shirt worn so stylishly at the time by George Best. The tracks on which the ghost train ran were made from sticks and tarpaulin.(tarpaulin supplied by Andy's lorry-driver Uncle) The sticks were cut from the branches of a local tree nick-named Big Oak.....which was made of oak. The tree was rather big. Andy and his gang made dummies of ghosts and bogey-men..and monsters...and they positioned the grotesque figures in the carriages. The ghost train soon became well-known locally and people took their kids to see it. Unlucky Fried Kitten-to-be...Andy Export...knew nothing of capitalism back in 1972...and didn't think of charging a fee to see the only domestic home-made amateur ghost train in the UK. (and possibly in the world) A trick missed indeed.
The Palmer's Green Lane Ghost Train was featured on the national current affairs programme "Panorama" on October 12th 1972 but this was in the days before home videos and home recording...so Andy sadly has no record of it. Unlucky Fried Kitten have announced that they will pay a mouth-watering sum of Ten Thousand Pounds for a copy of the Panorama Programme featuring the home-made ghost-train....so they can instal it to the UFK Dollshouse....where everything Unlucky Fried Kitten goes....or will go eventually. Andy has gone on record saying that he wants the film to show to his own children...who...at time of writing...are constructing a rollercoaster in their garden. Enjoy the ghost train song...and spare a thought for the wild-eyed and youthful kids of the Glam-Rock era who thought they could take on the might of Disneyland.

Skeletons and Vampires

VAMPIRES AND SKELETONS

HELLO..'ERE..LOOK AT ALL THESE VAMPIRES.

WE'RE LIVING WITH THE VAMPIRES AND SKELETONS (X4)

IT'S REALLY TRUE...WHAT CAN WE DO
THEY'RE AFTER YOU...AND YOU AND YOU AND YOU

WE'RE LIVING...ETC

VAMPIRES ARE VICIOUS AND THEY GO FOR YOUR NECK
THEY HASSLE YOU AND BITE YOU UNTIL YOU ARE A WRECK
SKELETONS ARE LUMPY LIKE AN OLD BAG OF BONES
ALL JOINED TOGETHER AT APPROPRIATE ZONES

WE'RE LIVING...ETC

IT.S REALLY TRUE...WHAT CAN WE DO
WE'RE IN A STEW...THAT'S ME AND YOU AND YOU

WE'RE LIVING...ETC

WEREWOLVES ARE WICKED AND THEY HOWL AT THE MOON
YOU'D BETTER STAY AT HOME OR THEY WILL CATCH YOU REAL SOON
MONSTERS ARE SCARY AND THEY BITE OFF YOUR HEAD
TEETH ARE LIKE GRAVESTONES AND THEIR EYES ARE RED

WE'RE LIVING...ETC

IT'S REALLY TRUE...I'M REALLY BLUE
HOW DO YOU DO...WE'RE IN A TERRIBLE STEW

MONSTERS ARE CLUMSY ALWAYS KNOCKING YOU DOWN
BOGEY-MEN COME FROM THE WRONG SIDE OF TOWN
ALIENS ARE WICKED AND THEY COME FROM THE STARS
GREMLINS ARE A NUISANCE AND THEY DAMAGE YOUR CARS

VAMPIRES AND ALIENS........LAAAAA!

(This Song Can Be Seen On YouTube)

Vampires and Skeletons...was written for the Burial Ground Lane pop-horror-opera...known to many dozens of South-East music fans as another one of those damn UFK musicals. Oh...and that's a compliment. It is also a tribute to Andy Export's father...who was actually a vampire. No...not a real vampire...that would be silly. He played second-accordion in the 50's shuffle-band, Maidstone & District Vampires...one of the first ensembles to experiment with feedback...on a squeezebox.
The remarkable thing about this tale is that whilst Andy's father was clearly not a vampire..his Uncle Jack was definitely a skeleton...as he'd died years before. (He died a natural death...he was hit by a car) Andy's accordion-pumping dad lives in the USA now. The young song-writer...we're talking about Andy here...fondly recalls the day he found out his parents were leaving...at the breakfast table on a dark October morning.
"Wonderful News" said his Mum "Daddy has had a breakdown and we have to move to Florida"
Andy sulked...played sloppily with his eggy-soldiers and dripped snot into his drinking chocolate...before realising that he was late for work at the Tovil Treacle Mines.
In the Burial Ground Lane musical...this is the part when the Sleletons and Vampires appear...dancing together...in the Old Rectory at Municipal Dump Road. Everybody jumps out of their skin and then the Demon Woodlice sing the song. Unlucky Fried Kitten cut the last verse about the Cockney Vampire meeting the Demure Russian Flower-Seller in the Old Kent Road...after local protest from the local Russian Flower Shop...and from one of it's pretty female street vendors. The last line had been "She May Be Russian But The look In Her Eye Is International" I guess that doesn't matter now.
Have a nice cup of tea and listen to this song. When people hear this song in the musical...in the theatre...they usually clap...but they clap their hands over their ears.

The Beginning (introduction)

Unlucky Fried Kitten (a pop band) are from Maidstone...in Kent... in the South-Eastern pocket of Sunny England....where the trees bow under the weight of the big red juicy apples.
Unlucky Fried Kitten (a pop band) were formed in 1995 by Andy Export (aka Andy Export) in a bee-stained garden in Barming...on the outskirts of the County Town.
Unlucky Fried Kitten (a pop band) are not very good. They have a singer who can't sing, a song-writer who can't write songs and a manager who can't manage.
Unlucky Fried Kitten (a pop band) may be decidedly average...but some of the origins and influences behind the songs of the band known as UFK transcend the story of the band itself.
In buying this book of tales you have purchased a key to unlock the door (probably a heavy walnut one)which leads into the mind of the UFK song-writer.
And it is a jumbled mess.
Read this from cover to cover or dip into it as one might dip into a buffet on a cold miserable night at some daft couple's wedding reception in a draughty Village Hall in Norfolk-In-Goode. In the words of Kylie Minogue...Enjoy Yourself.