Hi, it’s Susie Dentinfang, comedy-fantasy word expert at the Greenygrey. When I saw the word pietry yesterday I thought What the Flip, I don’t recall seeing such a word in all my days on Countdown to the Full Moon.
Pie-Eating Cut to Pietry
So I googled it (rather than looking it up), and couldn’t find a reference to pietry as pie-eating.
The only pietry I found was in the Urban Dictionary, and it was for gay German wardrivers!
Pietry in Motion
So pietry looks set to be claimed as a new greenygrey word; I’ll keep you posted.
And if you want an example of pietry in motion, here’s an example:
I’ve got rid of them now, so here’s the next episode, which sees the quackers quartet reach Tasmania‘s Melton Mowbray, which reminded Grey of the town of the same name in Blighty.
61. BEYOND THE LAND OF CHEESE, WOLFRAM IS KING
We thanked the horses for the lift, and raced north. I didn’t know it at the time, but Hobart turned out to be the most southerly point of my Ozyssey.
Melton Mowbray is Cheesy Delicious
We reached Melton Mowbray in time for dinner/supper, and saw a sign advertising The Scrumptioust Salubrious Surprise Supper Pie in South Oz. We agreed it looked too good to miss, so we called into the food emporium advertising it.
The surprise turned out to be that there was only cheese included in the pie. It was still delicious, but we couldn’t help thinking the advertising had been somewhat cheesy.
King Wolfram is a Grey Tonic
The dust sandy path took on a greyish appearance after Melton Mowbray. Angry told us it was because Wolfram was king here.
I thought it must be nonsense, and was shocked that something grey and wolfish could be king. Shock later turned to flabbergastation when I saw a piece of wolfram. Not only was it grey, but it also looked greeny in sunlight.
The Melton Mowbray in England is famous for food.
Central Tasmania has many wolfram (tungsten) mines.
Hi, it’s Baron Wolfman. Travelling over to Barcelona with Team GG was great, but it meant I got behind with my art-scouting, so today I headed over to emorfes to catch up on its fine collection of art, and pick out the best of the greenygrey.
There’s quite a few,
so without further ado,
as Wolfhol used to say to you,
here’s some great greenygrey to view:
Innovative New Art
The artwork of Frederico Uribe using electrical wires has a couple of greenygrey images mixing those ol’ favourites, park greenery mixed with grey cityscapes:
The tree art of Zonenkinder is full of greenygrey, with the trees doing all the work this time, mixing green leaves with grey trunks:
After spending a week that just flew by in Taz-mania, the quackers quartet travelled to Tasmania’s capital, Hobart, where Grey met an old friend. Can you guess who?
60. HO BART IN HOBART IS NO ART
‘Ho Bart! How’s it going dude, haven’t seen you for yonks; not since back in Springfield on the original ramble.’
Bart’s Enjoying Hobart
We’d just arrived in Hobart, and I’d bumped into an old buddy of mine from the original epic Greenygrey ramble. As you know, we’d met up with his parents back in the Simpson Desert, but Bart hadn’t been there.
Bart said he’d turned over a new leaf in Hobart, and was doing much better than on his family’s visit to Australia; when he caused a diplomatic incident that ended up on television.
He said his parents told him about our meeting in the desert, and that they’d enjoyed our reunion.
I was introducing him to the others when he fired off a catapult at the Tasmanian Tigers, before throwing the catapult to me. I caught it instinctively; just as Bart told the Tigers I did it. Bart then ran off. I was left standing there with the catapult, not knowing what to do.
My mind was made up a few seconds later when the Tassie Tigers started running toward us. I legged it in the opposite direction, along with the others.
There were wild horses on the peak, and Angry suggested we jump on and ride like the wind. I thought it was a good use of his mind. We rounded up four horses, and set off just in time, with the Tassie Tigers hot on our hooves.
The Tigers gave up the chase as we pulled away, letting out one last roar before disappearing back into extinction.
yonks – slang for a long time. Bart Simpson (the son in the Simpsonscartoon family).
Tasmanian Tigers (surviving cricket team and extinct animal).
After Marc Latham’s last Folding Mirror poem was about signs of spring returning to the northern hemisphere, the new one tells of winter’s return to Britain, with the cold weather and snow set to continue over the Easter weekend. The cold weather is particularly resonate to Marc, as he was hiking in glorious heat and sunshine in Britain at the same time last year. All this is included in the poem, and here it is:
Freezing Eggs Easter, Christmas Cards Recycle
winter’s phoenix rises over
life born of solar flames
bustling buds once reaching skywards
now frozen lime ice cubes
eastern chill dominates air
replacing last year’s warm southerly
curl back up and hide, until nature makes seasons decide
whether they’ll respect the rules
according to human expectations
three months each seems fair
but weathervanes don’t dictate directions
they follow the strongest wind
like Earth circling Sun
Hi, it’s Baron Wolfman, still head honcho of Greenygrey Arts, in the absence of Andy Wolfhol. Being head honcho has its perks, as I found out last week, when I joined Team GG in Barcelona. Barcelona is famous for its Modernisme arts, which were led by Antoni Gaudi around 1890-1910.
There are many houses, roofs and parks featuring the surviving artwork. The most famous of all, Gaudi’s massive La Sagrada Familia cathedral, is still under construction.
Gaudi mixed spirit with nature, with his artwork featuring distinctive curves, as he believed there were no straight lines in nature. Don’t know if that fits in with Folding Mirror poetry, but I think the spirit and nature fits in with Greenygrey. So I thought I’d combine some Barcelona Modernisme with Barcelona Greenygrey:
Hi, it’s Jack Wolfpac comedy culture correspondent at the Greenygrey. While Tony Loboinson was busy researching Greenygrey music history he sent me in search of literary history, having heard that my human parallel, Jack Keroauc, knew the Greenygrey.
So I started at the start, Keroauc’s first novel; The Sea Is My Brother; which was only recently discovered and published.
And it didn’t take me long to find evidence that Kerouac did indeed know the Greenygrey back in the 1940s, and mentioned it a couple of times in his first novel.
Kerouac had worked and travelled on the ocean, so he was writing from experience. Here’s his fictionalised account of meeting the nautical Greenygrey; maybe Jules Verne was inspired by Greenygrey too?:
Sea Is My Brother, edited by Dawn M. Ward
48. ‘… soon now, a spray-lashed day in the gray green North Atlantic, that most rugged and moody of oceans.’
128. ‘Bill returned his eyes seaward. Far off, where the horizon, mist, and bilious green sea merged, Bill saw dark vestiges of night fading to a pale gray.’
That kind of brings my research around full circle, as Greenygrey in the human world was inspired by Jack Kerouac, and now I find out that Kerouac wrote of the Greenygrey!
Yes, we turned the lights out an hour earlier than usual, which as you will no doubt know by now, was not down to just one simple reason in the Greenygrey world.
It was partly through feeling quite tired, partly through a little guilt about missing the official Earth Hour, and partly because there were no football highlights from the top two English leagues due to it being an international weekend.
Looking on the positive side, I think that by turning the lights out an hour earlier and keeping them off we probably saved more electricity than turning them off for an hour and then back on; although Earth Hour is of course mostly symbolic.
Whereas the previous poem had a Fawlty Towers Taz angle, this one is all Tazzy. Here it is:
59. IS TAZ-MANIA TAZORED TASMANIA?
Taz-mania in Seven Days for Ya
For one week we tasted Tazzy
from the basic to the snazzy
we met Taz’s funtastic family
Hugh, Jean, Jake and Molly
Constance Koala kept us clean
and Dog the Turtle busy as a bean
Didgeri Dingo wasn’t as much fun
and Willie Wombat has a lot to learn
but when it came time for us to leave
Taz had another surprise up his sleeve
presenting us with a ticket to Hobart
which gave our journey a great start.
Tazzy characters (Hugh, Jean, Jake, Molly, Constance Koala, Dog the Turtle, Didgeri Dingo, Willie Wombat).
Hi, it’s Martin ‘Werewolfie’ Adams, back with the second part of my two-pronged opening 2013 to a sporting theme Fantastic Mr. FoxGreenygrey comedy-satire marketing campaign centred on Spain. Yes, not only was Marc Latham kitted out in greenygrey for his big sports event of the year, but Spain’s top tennis player Rafa Nadal has chosen greenygrey for his new kit.
It was a great win for Nadal in his comeback from a serious injury, suffered before he chose greenygrey, and the Greenygrey was delighted to be chosen as part of his return and rehabilitation. Here’s an image of Nadal and the Greenygrey celebrating his final victory from the Guardian:
Hi, it’s Martin ‘Werewolfie’ Adams, sports correspondent at the Greenygrey. With Max Cliffwolf on leave for personal reasons, I have been given the fun and prestigious position of temporary comedy-satire sports marketing guru @ Greenygrey. I started the campaign off in Spain this year, which hasn’t had much time for greenygrey, what with its yellowyblue landscape and yellowyred flag.
To begin my cunningly clever campaign I brought out our very own Yellowstone geyser geezer, Old Faithful, Marc Latham. Kitting him out in greenygrey, I sent him off on a 26.2mile/42km jog around Barcelona for their marathon 2013.
While Marc didn’t hit the headlines, or finish in his fastest time, putting a positive spin on it he did run for the longest amount of time in his career, finishing in 4 hours, 27 minutes and 50 seconds.
Barcelona 2013 became the fourth in Marc’s post-first-marathon-in-2004 ambition to run a marathon every three years until he’s 50 in 2016. So, one more marathon to go, all being well in three years.
There are photos of Marc Latham running in the Barcelona Marathon 2013 available at Marathon Photos and a video at MySports. Marc was number 9269. Here’s the first photo, of Marc crossing the line (he says he didn’t feel as tired and slow as he looked in some of the photos and videos!):
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