In the great tradition of British End-of-the-Pier Pointlessness, Mr. Lobby Lud hailes from the imaginary coastal resort of Regis-On-Sea.  His claim to be the World’s Only One-Man Big Band remains unsubstantiated; the much vaunted collection of home-made mechanical instruments has yet to be seen with the exception of a tobacco-pipe kazoo and the busker’s organ, neither of which appear to work particularly well.  Although he aspires to play the tuba whilst riding the bicycle, Lobby Lud is more often seen clutching a ukulele and attempting to hide behind a screen of kazoos and a veneer of respectability.  Nobody is fooled.   

"On my stage début I was crowned "Winner of the Worst Spelt Santa Competition" - an accolade I remain proud of to this day."
 “Why do people talk about goose grease so much? From the sound they make in flight I’d say a little oil would be better” 

“My Great Uncle Walter told me never to wear wing collars with a kazoo brace, and I would advise you all to do the same.”
 

Absinthe Friends

I’m told champagne

Can affect the brain

In peculiar ways

But having been to Spain

I refrain from champagne

I would rather

Drink cava

Isn’t it ironic

That a gin and tonic

Actually brings you down

It can make you moronic

Or morose I suppose

As your sorrows you drown

Here’s to absinthe friends

A cocktail shaker

Can make a Quaker queasy

And a popping cork

At a temperance talk

Makes the audience

Uneasy

Here’s to absinthe friends

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