HEGBITES are AWESOME

Friends, the subject of today’s HEGBITE is rambling archivist and curator of arctic curios, Dr. J. Sidney Góngolphin. Let’s hear it for the good doctor, folks. Góngolphin is the nearest thing to a Hegs enthusiast that you will find among the heroes, villains and plain ordinary when not ornery customers that make up the mittiturContinue reading “HEGBITES are AWESOME”

A new contribution to the ongoing series collectively known as “He the Hags was written”…eh? This damn machine’s got a mind of its own. I wrote “How the Hegs was written” and just lookit what came out!

Subtitle: 208:The creative crucible 208 was the house number. The house in question was a building, some called it a cottage, that had seen better days located on the outskirts of a village which lay just beyond the outskirts of Leamington Spa in Warwickshire, England. 208 had probably been home to the owners of theContinue reading “A new contribution to the ongoing series collectively known as “He the Hags was written”…eh? This damn machine’s got a mind of its own. I wrote “How the Hegs was written” and just lookit what came out!”

Hegbits: Leatherhead Perchers

Let’s start by quoting my oldest (sic) friend who goes under the nom-de-wassapp as Ratatak: Quote: Them leatherhead perchers r enuf ta giv yer nitemares (Edvard Munch emoji inserted) tha screamin heebi jeebies at least ( Sweaty blue forehead emoji inserted): End quote. These flamboyant if disturbing creatures of the air are first encountered byContinue reading “Hegbits: Leatherhead Perchers”

Hegdotes, or Anecegs. Another time, another canto…

You will doubtless recall my previous entry, which spoke of Tupelo and my own self’s wandering among the narrow lanes and edgy alleyways of the Raval district of Barcelona. And how we came across the Bar Marsella and were delighted and inspired by its clientele, décor and absinthe with Guinness chasers. That all took placeContinue reading “Hegdotes, or Anecegs. Another time, another canto…”

HEGBITS: A new instalment in the occasional series presenting the protagonists of The Reeking Hegs to an awe-inspired public. Today’s focus is on the in-cred-i-ble Aspidisteria.

Aspidisteria Aspidisteria. Aspid. Asp. A. Hers is a name that conjures, in certain parts, fey images of a dreadful nature. There again, there are others – notably our plucky narrator AND Solid King Solid Fume III, no less – who find her allure alluring if not irresistible. Only child of the fabulously rich Kiosk Magnate,Continue reading “HEGBITS: A new instalment in the occasional series presenting the protagonists of The Reeking Hegs to an awe-inspired public. Today’s focus is on the in-cred-i-ble Aspidisteria.”

Continuing the occasional series of Hegs-related anecdotes/background information…

Dreaming of an absinthe Christmas:Part 1 During the Summer of the year of our Boggon High 1991 or ’92 Lord Tupelo closed down his brewing and banking operations in order to spend a while with me in Spain. This was the year before, or maybe after, the Moroccan misadventure previously related. On this visit weContinue reading “Continuing the occasional series of Hegs-related anecdotes/background information…”