Author Archives: Frank Key

Hooting Yard: A Bonkers Alibi

If you are suspected of having committed a crime, and are placed under arrest by law enforcement officers, never provide an alibi which is bonkers. This advice holds true whether you are innocent or guilty, or even in that grey area between the two, like a Kafka character.

Let us assume, for the purposes of our argument, that you were indeed the shady, limping figure eye-witnesses recalled seeing emerging from the pastry shop clutching a handful of banknotes fresh from the opened till over which is now slumped the grievously but not fatally wounded pastry shop proprietor. The pastry shop is a couple of miles north of Bodger’s Spinney, in that little arcade known as the One-Time Haunt Of Flappers. You motored away in the sidecar of your accomplice’s getaway motorbike, and just twenty minutes later you were sat in the snug of the Cow & Pins squandering your dishonestly-obtained banknotes on bottled stout.

When the police come to arrest you, whether it be that very day or weeks, months, or years hence, do not say: “At the time of the pastry shop robbery I was clambering up a mountainside in the Himalayas carrying a crate of exotic perfumes in preparation for a long-overdue performance of Scriabin’s unfinished Mysterium, officer”. This is what we call a bonkers alibi.

  • Bonkers Alibis
  • Blazing Excelsior Saturated With Turpentine
  • Elegant Smudges
  • Ten Days in a Ditch (Remembering Bobnit Tivol)
  • Essential Items for your Camping Trip

This episode was first broadcast on Feburary 15th 2006. You can read a transcript of this show in Frank Key’s Hooting Yard website.

Hooting Yard: Blodgett Island Parts 3 and 4

Lothar Preen and Dobson are trudging through the forest. They meet up with Blodgett and go to the hatch.

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Dobson : “What is this thing?”

Blodgett : “Exactly. It’s time we talked about this.”

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The Grunty Man is packing salted fish on to the raft. Old Halob asks fictional athlete Bobnit Tivol if he has any knowledge of maritime matters. “Are you voting me off?” shouts fictional athlete Bobnit Tivol. He heads off angrily to see Marigold Chew. He tells her he knows she is a fugitive from justice. “Your secret’s safe with me but you’re not getting my spot on the raft!”

Marigold Chew : “If I want your spot I’ll get it”

This exciting conclusion to Blodgett Island was originally recorded on the 11th Jan 2006. For a complete transcript, please visit the Hooting Yard website. Photo by Kevmander.

Hooting Yard: Blodgett Island Parts 1 and 2

The beach. Solemn music. Ah-Fang Van Der Houygendorp’s funeral. Everyone is looking very deep and meaningful, holding hands and comforting one another. Lothar Preen is now looking even more soulful than before, if such a thing is possible. Dobson is back and in charge of the arrangements. He asks Mrs Gubbins if she wants to say anything. She looks sulky, but I think it is meant to be grief, and shakes her head. Lothar Preen launches into a speech about what a great guy Ah-Fang Van Der Houygendorp was, even though he didn’t get to know him.

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Blodgett arrives, still soaked in Ah-Fang Van Der Houygendorp’s blood. “It was my fault! We found a plane! I would have gone but my leg was hurt. He was a hero.” Dobson loses it, runs over and knocks Blodgett to the ground and begins to beat him up, shouting “Where were you? Where were you?” The others pull him away as we pause for the first advert break.

At this point we learn that L’Oreal has a new product featuring “light reflecting booster technology”.

This special episode of Hooting Yard was recorded on December 28th 2005. You can read the complete transcript on Frank Key’s Hooting Yard website.

Hooting Yard: Surgeon’s Biscuit

Some people think Surgeon’s Biscuit is the name of a town near Kakadamm. Others believe it is an old parlour game popular in the boarding houses of seaside resorts during the 1930s. There are those who suspect it to be the name of a racehorse, or perhaps a racing pigeon, or some other bird or beast of swiftness. Surgeon’s Biscuit is, of course, none of these things. It is simply a biscuit that belonged to a surgeon.

But what a biscuit! And what a surgeon! As biscuits go, it was the finest specimen the surgeon had ever seen. Two thirds of the way down a perfectly ordinary-looking packet of digestive crumblies, there it nestled, a numinous, almost golden thing, some quirk in its baking making it unutterably different from its fellows in the batch. He remembered when he first handled it. He was not a man to transfer his newly-purchased biscuits into a so-called “biscuit tin” or similar container. He ate them straight from the packet, as he had been brought up to do by his rough, tough parents in their rough, tough hovel, who can never have expected little Vladimir to grow up to become an important surgeon.

  • A note to our Chinese listeners
  • Google.dbsn ( This exciting new search engine can be found on the Hooting Yard Web Page)
  • Blotzmann’s Compartment Controversy
  • Vox Pop: A Pang Hill Orphan Speaks
  • Tiny Little Hands, Decisive Moustachios
  • Another Vlasto (Vlasto Cuddy)
  • Surgeon’s Biscuit
  • Fifty Years Ago (Dobson on the Radio)

This episode was recorded on 1st Febuary 2006.

Hooting Yard: A Series of Unfortunate Cows

Misfortune can strike a cow out of the blue. To give but one example, the field in which it is standing may become flooded after heavy rainfall or, if not flooded exactly, then pitted with many, many puddles. No cow likes to stand in water, so such a circumstance must be counted a misfortune.

The cow in the puddle, however, is une jolie vache compared to the cow which inattentively wanders onto some railway tracks and then comes to a halt. Continuing across the tracks would be the wiser option, for as long as the cow remains where it is, it is an imperilled cow. But unlike owls, cows are not noted for wisdom. The imperilled cow on the railway tracks may suffer the misfortune of being killed by a runaway locomotive without a cow-conscious driver at the helm. I am not sure ‘helm’ is the correct word for the little cabin in which a train driver, cow-conscious or otherwise, sits or stands, but let that pass. What we can say with certainty is that a motionless cow in the path of a runaway train will suffer the greatest of misfortunes, that is, a violent death. By comparison, the previous cow, the one standing in the puddle, is almost as happy a cow as the laughing one that mysteriously appears on the wrappers of a brand of processed cheese triangles in this country, and perhaps in other countries too.

  • A Series of Unfortunate Cows
  • The Gnawed and the Chewed
  • The Glove of Ib
  • Stunned Starlings ( Stalin and Old Halob )
  • Three Tales of the Uncanny (by Dobson)
  • An extract from Blodgett’s Book of Animal Sacrifice

This episode was originaly recorded on January 25th 2006. For a complete transcript of this episode, please refer to Frank Key’s Hooting Yard Website.

Hooting Yard: Bygone Beliefs

Frank dedicates an entire episode to a reading of the chapter “Superstitions Concerning Birds” from the book “Bygone Beliefs: Excursions in the By-ways of Thought” by H Stanley Redgrove, published in 1920. This episode was recorded on 21st December 2005 and was the final episode of the year.

Hooting Yard: Some Hotels, A Hollyhock, The Ponds

There are seven hotels. Their names are Crone, Crustacean, Flask, Infection, Miasma, Unbearable and Vagabond. Each is built of cheap and rusty metal and perched on the edge of a precipice. There are seven precipices, over each of which a scientist of note has plunged to a watery death during the past two weeks. In chronological order, those who plummeted were a botanist, a physicist, a phrenologist, an horologist, a laboratory git, a bacteriologist, and an uproariously-moustachioed vivisectionist.

Each had been a paying guest at one of the hotels, though none of them hurtled over the precipice upon which their own hotel teetered. The phrenologist, for example, breakfasted upon porridge in the Hotel Miasma, then threw herself from the pocked and crumbling cliff-face adjacent to the Crone Hotel.

Or was she pushed?

  • The origins of the name “Hooting Yard”
  • Some Hotels, A Hollyhock, The Ponds
  • Hooting Yard Fan Fiction: “Dobson’s Uncanny Time Pod” by Tristan Shuddery
  • Swedish Goat News
  • A selection of self-help books
  • Istvan and Zoltan (on Monday Afternoon)
  • Quotations from “New Orleans Superstitions” by Lafcadio Hearn

This episode was first broadcast on 14th December 2005.

Hooting Yard: House of Turps Part 2

The conclusion to Frank Key’s exciting House of Turps. In this episode we learn of Slobodan Curpin’s fate, and also that of the twelve exiles of Hoon.

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This episode of Hooting Yard on the Air was recorded on the 23rd of November 2005. Frank Key’s “House of Turps” has ISBN 1 871197 40 6.

Hooting Yard: House of Turps Part 1

The long-awaited first volume in Frank Key’s important 26-part history of the House of Turps. In this introductory work, Key outlines the bilge and the bindweed, the dust and the dribble, the whelk and the drudge. The true founder of the House of Turps is here revealed for the first time, vile and crumpled and stinking of ragwort; not unlike the author himself.

After listening, the author asks you not to hurl your iPod over a precipice.

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This story was originally published in 1989 in a limited print-run of 300 copies. For those who like to keep track of these things, a second edition was produced as a special gift for subscribers to the ReR Quarterly. This episode of Hooting Yard was recorded on the 16th of November 2005.

Hooting Yard: Velcro, Dubbin and Crayons

The Tantarabim Carton was recovered from an old potting shed by Dobson, during one of his forays into what he called anarcho-‘patapsychoarchaeolontology. It is a ceremonial carton which was used for unknown purposes during ceremonies prosecuted by the Bleach-Splattered Tantarabim Priesthood. Grim and horrifying these rituals may have been, but not the carton. It is 45 cm. in height, has a jewel-encrusted crimplene base, ivory fluting, ruched silk underbelts, hectic trimmings, a delightful milky-green ribbed spandole, villainous scraping marks, a gutta percha rim, opalescent bison-head motifs, swivelling glutinous beads inlaid with serried gems, fleur-de-lys hatching, precise web-and-tuck dufraiment, talc stipples, a riband nightside opening on the velveteen casing, some rather brusque kaolin relief work, tiny cack-iron clips, berry lagging, a splendid gilt Spode handle, and corky frets on the oversling.

  • My Little Blind Crow
  • The Windows in the Villa
  • Museology (The Discovery of the Tantarabim Carton)
  • Crononhotonthologos
  • Hoon Hing Boom Bang a Bang
  • Notes on Norton the First
  • Today’s Soup Recipe
  • Mrs Gubbins’ New Publishing Venture
  • A Sad Story ( The Tale of Gervaise Birdlip )
  • Quotation from “Man From The Wrong Time-Track” by Dennis Plimmer
  • Reviews of “Ulysses”
  • Quotation from St Bernard of Clairvaux about Jugglers
  • Quotation from “The Thing that Dined on Death” by John Knox

This episode was first broadcast on the 26th October 2005. A complete transcript of this episode can be found on the Hooting Yard Website.