Monday, 28 November 2011

Jon Fawbert: From McGuigan to McGee - a short biography


Jonathan Ronathan Fawbert was born on May 25th 1982 aboard an illegal riverboat casino moored in the port of Bandar Anzali, Iran. His father, Clement Fawbert(orginally from Duntisbourne Abbots, Gloucestershire) was a well respected Blackjack croupier and took the position on the vessel at the insistance of his friend and fellow Croupier George "The Soil" Jackson. Jackson's sister Janet also worked aboard the boat as a cocktail waitress but was notoriously lazy and spent much of her time below deck recieving violin lessons from a kitchen porter. Clement and Janet fell in love instantly and 9 months later Jonathan was born during a voilent thunderstorm that prevented any trained medical professionals attending. Instead, Jonathan was delivered by a guest aboard the ship; Irish featherweight boxer Barry McGuigan.

McGuigan 
Came to the family's rescue


















Jonathan's birth drew unwelcome attention from the authorities and the casino was soon closed down leaving the young family desititute. Luckily, Barry McGuigan (by now Jonathan's Godfather) took pity on the family and offered them a place to stay at his family home in Lurganboy, Ireland.


After several years in Ireland working as McGuigan's cut-man Clement returned to  Gloucestershire with his family and set about establishing an illegal, waterbased gambling enterprise of his own. Unfortunately, the only vessel the family could afford was a small green canoe with just enough room for two small people and a croupier. Clement moored the canoe in a local stream and equiped it with a card table, gas powered lantern and cool-box. It opened in December 1988 but due to the extreme cold and secluded location did not have any custom until May 1989 when 2 local school children dropped by and won £1800 and £1200 respectively. The Casino Canoe went bust and Clement took whatever work he could find - an unqualified optometrist operating in the snooker room of Cirencester's British Legion, an animal psychotherapist rehabilitating traumatised hens and finally Head Coach of the English Women's Hockey Team. It was around this time that he invented and eventially patented a sports drink called - "Bacon". It was essentially a pint of cooked, liquidised bacon but it proved popular and the Fawbert's finally had enough to live on.

Clement's Illegal "Casino Canoe" -
a gamble that didn't pay off.














However, the family were in still in quite significant debt and Jonathan's behaviour at school was seriously effected by all the disruption. In December 1992 he was expelled from school for eating 18 raw eggs and continuously screaming the name "Paul Daniels" during the school nativity play. It became apparent that Jonathan had become romantically obsessed with the TV magician's wife Debbie McGee and that it was consuming his life. In order to deal with this issue Jonathan's father contacted his old friend Barry McGuigan who had recently appeared along side Paul Daniels as a guest backing vocalist on Dr. Dre's seminal work The Chronic.

McGuigan arranged for Jonathan to meet Debbie McGee with a view to helping him come to terms with his obsession. It worked brilliantly and the two formed a healthy, platonic relationship. McGee acted as a mentor to Jonathan and he started progressing well at his new school. McGee was a keen word-smith and schooled Jonathan in the art of Punning; the two would pun for hours on end while strolling in the Forest of Dean.



McGee - happier times?












Tragically, McGee was involved in a Beef related accident in early November 2011 and was paralysed from the bottom-lip up. Truamatised and grieving for the loss of his mentor and punning partner he vowed to win the Friday Pun-off in her memory. He did this empathically on 25th November 2011.

Fawbert vists Debbie McGee everyday to bring her Vimto and pornography; he is unemployed.


Saturday, 26 November 2011

Super Pun-related clip - Big Train.

I love this pun related clip from the highly under rated Big Train series with Simon Pegg and some other notables. Enjoy!

"Where are Batman Puns!?"

Friday, 25 November 2011

Pun-Off Results - 25th November 2011

Catergories - Sports people & Confectionary

The results are in folks. It was a trickier one this week but we prevailed and I'm pleased to announce the winners.


In 3rd place -  recalling a long-forgotten defensive-midfielder from France and an affordable caramel and chocolate combo that was very much the "go-to" bar for those in the lower pocket money bracket:


Didier DeChomp - TIM EVANS


In 2nd place - combining a shockinging underated choco-style snack bar that was a disconserting colour and a moody tennis man who seems unaware of his hair's intrinsic hilarity

John Caramacenroe - CHARLIE OLIVER

AND IN 1ST PLACE!!!!!
He was athlete but he mostly just went "Awoooga!" and portrayed the kind of chronic cheerfulness only seen in those suffering from acute mental distress. He a life coach now apparently; what could he teach me?

Kriss AkaBoosti - JON FAWBERT
"Please help me....please!!"















A strong week indeed; made even stronger by this week's excellent PEOPLE'S CHAMPION - with a very robust 7 "Likes" I'd proud to bring you :

Van Persie Pigs - BEN CHESTON

Marks and Spencer's own brand porcine-themed sugar spheres finally get the recognition they deserve.

Well done punners, see you next week. Please share the links and involve you're friends.

Origins of the Biss Clause - Samuel Biss: A biography

Samuel Norman Biss was born in Ibadan, Nigeria on Christmas Day 1985 to Clayton Israel Biss, a progressive Jazz Saxophonist from Egham, Surrey and Moldovan professional mime Josephine Ian Biss (née Stalin).

Clayton Biss - circa. 1987
   
Samuel’s parents arrived in Nigeria in the April of that year to fulfil a contractual obligation to the then Nigerian minister for the Arts; Dr. Lawrence B. Assan-Edonye, who had seen the couple perform at a top London Jazz venue three years previously.

Samuel’s birth was a difficult one owing to his disproportionally large trapezius muscles; his mother Josephine was forced to stay in hospital for an additional ten weeks of convalescence. Unfortunately for the family this enforced stay in hospital meant that their temporary Visas expired before they were able to leave the country legally. Afraid to face the brutality of the Nigerian leader Ibrahim Bagda-masi and with no one to assist them the family went to ground and made a modest living performing their unique blend of Jazz-Mime in rural townships. After five long years they were eventually able to save enough money to pay for rudimentary transport to the coast where they would stow away to England on the British Naval Destroyer, the HMS David Bowie.

The family settled in South West London and Samuel was finally able to attend school. It soon became apparent that Samuel had a gift for words. His prep-school English Master Reverand Leroy Del-Mar described him thus:
“Samuel’s ubiquitous verbosity matched and even surpassed his monolithic social presence around the courtyards and corners of our school. At the age of 9 he submitted a 5000 word treatise on the cultural significance of early urban music pioneers East 17. He was head of the school’s debating society and once made legendary American linguist Noam Chomsky weep with frustration as they jostled for dominance in a specially televised debate on the socio-economic impact of imported limes. He was a marvellous little boy and if it wasn’t for his fondness for that barbaric sport of Rugby Football I strongly suspect he could have been one of the great British thinkers. I have not seen nor heard anything of him since except that he had turned his back on words and was working with numbers – banking or something ghastly like that. Such a shame.”

Chomsky on the brink of tears during
the infamous televised debate with Biss - June 1996

By now Samuel had indeed began working in banking but unbeknownst to many he maintained a keen interest in words. One evening, at his local Rugby Football club, he happened upon a conversation about a game that had evolved on a social networking site whereby participants composed short puns around pre-determined parameters. He joined in but soon found that the abundance of poorly thought-through and crude puns diluted his enjoyment and the participation of others – the sheer volume of entries was inhibitive to inclusion and quality. And so he proposed a clause to the founder of the competition: that each participant is allowed to enter a maximum of five puns per competition. “The Biss Clause”, as it became known, was popular and increased participation considerably in the first few weeks of its use.
Samuel N. Biss lives and loves on – he is engaged to television personality Aneka Rice. They live in a converted mosque in Wandsworth with their twin sons Arcadius and Hercules and their adopted daughter Irene (aged 51).

Origins of the Pun-Off

[A couple lay next to each other in bed, its Friday, 1am and they've been awake for hours chatting]

Girlfriend: Steve, I'm worried.

Steve: Right....?

Girlfriend: I'm worried because I don't think there are enough Puns in our relationship anymore.

[Steve sighs deeply, turns to face her]

Steve:  I know...I know; I agree. I knew this was coming. We used to Pun all the time, do you rememeber? When we first met we would pun for hours.

Girlfriend: I remember. Good times.

Steve: Do you remember when we punned in Ravenscourt park with Tom and Scamp? Near those trees that smell like cum...

Girlfriend: Oh yeah, the cum-trees. I remember them. That was a great summer.

Steve: Those trees are called Linden Trees you know. I once met a friend of a friend called Linden in The Raven, Adrian's friend. Do you know Adrian?

Girlfriend: Who? No?

Steve: Australian guy? Tall. No? Anyway, I once met this girl called Linden and after about five minutes of meeting her I said:

"You know, there's variety of tree that smells like cum called the Linden Tree"

Girlfriend: Oh my God! What did she say?

Steve: Nothing, she just sort of frowned and turned to talk to Adrian. I think I upset her.

Girlfriend: You're a idiot [laughing]

Steve: I know, but I felt like I had to tell her. I thought she might like to know! I'd want to know if there was a type of Tree called "a Steve" that smelt like shit, or piss or I don't know....olives.

Girlfriend: What?! Why olives?

Steve: I fucking hate olives. You know that.

[Long silence]

Steve: If Olives were an Olympic field event they'd be "Discuss-ting".

[Long silence]

Girlfriend: If Olives were Spanish exhibition of Animal torture and cruelty they'd be "Horri-bull fighting".

[Even Longer silence]

Steve: I've missed this.

Girlfriend: What?

Steve: You know....the "Pun silence".

Girlfriend: Me too.

[Long silence]

Steve: Fuck this, its half one in the morning! I'm going to sleep.

Girlfriend: You're right. Good night.

Steve: Goodnight.

[The couple roll over, back to back]

[Fifteen minutes pass]

Steve: If Olives were a........

Girlfriend: NO! Fuckin' hell! [Laughing] Go to sleep!

Steve: Sorry....but you said....I know, sorry. Goodnight.