In a thicket, with a compass, I am thinking about blubber. I use blubber for my candles. Iâ€™m the captain of a whaler. Some use tallow, I use blubber. It gets smoky in my cabin. Iâ€™m not in my cabin now. As I said, Iâ€™m in a thicket. Iâ€™m on shore leave for a fortnight. Iâ€™ve been hiking with the devil. Satan left me in a thicket on the wild and windy moors. But Iâ€™ve got my trusty compass and my pipe clamped in my jaws. I am smoking in the thicket. I hope to see my whaler soon. Donâ€™t go hiking with the devil. Keep your compass in your pocket. I am thinking about blubber. Blubber is my candle light. Itâ€™s a comfort in this thicket on the wild and windy moors to think of blubber candle light, for the devil trapped me in this thicket and it is a pitch black night.
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This episode was recorded on the 3rd July 2008. A complete transcript of this episode can be found on Frank Key’s Hooting Yard website. Accompanying Hooting Yard On The Air, the two publications Unspeakable Desolation Pouring Down From The Stars and Befuddled By Cormorants are available for purchase.