There's A Wild Jack Russell In the Moon

Recorded live at Babble by Sean M. Whelan on February 1 2006 as part of my feature set. If you listen carefully, you can hear the sound of a piano, coming out of the speakers of a very old Walkman. Sit back and imagine me pretending to play the piano while I recite the poem. Think Billy Joel. Is an arsehole. Merciful and rapid-response editing of this piece (originally over ten minutes in length) was carried out by DJ Sassy Pants. Unfortunately this means you don't get to hear me go "woof".

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