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While taking a break in the Glasgow suburb of Partick, Sir Percy Douglas reported an astounding occurrence.
A shattering of glass drew his attention to a bakers shop where cakes were spilling out of the window. Some of the cakes were large over a meter in height and were modelled on an electric guitar, a Louis Vitton handbag,a large chested woman in a bikini driving a speedboat and what appeared to be a mongoloid version of Superman at approximately ten years of age. Sir Percy looked on transfixed as the cakes formed a line and began in a precise and disciplined manner to march up the road. Crowds of onlookers soon swarmed the pavements cheering and shouting encouragement as the cakes proceeded amidst heavy traffic which (despite it being rush hour ) had slowed to a respectful pace. The phenomena lasted barely six minutes before the cakes returned to their places in the bakers and a glazier solemnly replaced the glass frontage. Later investigation revealed that the cakes were remotely controlled by a man called Sean Tobin and the parades were a bi-monthly feature.
Tripe Wagon are privileged to present this excerpt of an opus that we hope to have finished in time for the golden jubilee Parade of Cakes which will take place in September.
We hope you enjoy it and that it captures some of the majesty of what is perhaps the most poignant and profound events in our world today.
A shattering of glass drew his attention to a bakers shop where cakes were spilling out of the window. Some of the cakes were large over a meter in height and were modelled on an electric guitar, a Louis Vitton handbag,a large chested woman in a bikini driving a speedboat and what appeared to be a mongoloid version of Superman at approximately ten years of age. Sir Percy looked on transfixed as the cakes formed a line and began in a precise and disciplined manner to march up the road. Crowds of onlookers soon swarmed the pavements cheering and shouting encouragement as the cakes proceeded amidst heavy traffic which (despite it being rush hour ) had slowed to a respectful pace. The phenomena lasted barely six minutes before the cakes returned to their places in the bakers and a glazier solemnly replaced the glass frontage. Later investigation revealed that the cakes were remotely controlled by a man called Sean Tobin and the parades were a bi-monthly feature.
Tripe Wagon are privileged to present this excerpt of an opus that we hope to have finished in time for the golden jubilee Parade of Cakes which will take place in September.
We hope you enjoy it and that it captures some of the majesty of what is perhaps the most poignant and profound events in our world today.
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bonnieprincejohnny
A while back I declared your tune Pop9 to be the finest ever to be featured on Macjams. Retrospectively I now understand it was a rash proclamation. This new piece, this glorious pageant of melodic cadences,this broth of the gods presents a zenith reached and far exceeded. Never before in the annals of musical lore has such a priceless gift of sheer wonderment been revealed. My tunes are vapid and guiless when compared to such artful radiance. If the site admin folk ever get to hear this then I daresay they will announce the termination of Macjams,after all who needs simple tuneage when the lodestone of all musical endeavor has been uncovered ?
You have made my life complete.