Neither Covid nor the mental rigours which are part and parcel of any such undertaking as I prepare for my free-diving world record breaking attempt can prevent this. So, take breath and try to read all before I get to 104 metres on just A SINGLE LUNGFULL.

In the true spriti of Dada the following Hegbite, lifted from the irreprable pages of The Reeking Hegs, is the result of purest random chance. By which I mean my blindfolded pardner has opened the book whereso’er she would and I herewith commit to the Hegbite Blog a transcription of the content of that very page…

As fate or density would have it, the page is numbered 269. The Canto is 10. This extract concerns the first time meeting of Little Knowing What and the Shaman

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Little Knowing What was but a speck of jetsam drifting through the lonesome gorse tufts and cries of ptarmigan. The Shaman approached warily. he had to placate and redirect Little Knowing What’s vengeful fury.

His scribe to be had never seen such a ghastly grey complexion and was certainly alarmed at the sight of the Shaman’s long eye stalks that waved forst to his left and then to the right in perfect synchronisation. For his part, the Shaman too was more than a little startled by Little Knowing What’s ravened aspect. He was altogether the epitome of the lost and redejected, unwashed and on the short side type of person. His continual snuffling and snorting speech patterns combined to produce an audio-visual effect more animal than sapient. They began a strange, sub-tool converstaion.

You are Little Knowing What, lost and despised.”

“You what?”

“No, no. Me Xcka…Shaman. You What.”

“Shaman? What’s that?”


“On your face.”

“Never mind that, What. I am come to speak to you of great horrors and viledungings in all the Heaving Plate. Consider the dreaded Loca, in engineering parlance not yet even thought of. Water, as they say, has no hair to hold onto. We must begin the nightmare and put an end to the dream.”

“By Bog,” murmured Little Knowing What to himself. “The fellow’s a cretin – but he might be tasty au gratin.”

Out loud he said, “Wouldn’t happen to have a lump of cheese on you, would you?”

“How did you know that?”

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SO!! Take the plunge and join the happy people. Pack up all your fears and woes. Just get yorself a copy of The Reeking Hegs, available in paper, digi and audio format! No!! Yes!!




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