STAGPAM

UPDATE: just found this draft post, written before STAGPAM and the Long Day's Journey Into Cardiff. It doesn't represent the best of the MAMPAM posts. No wonder I didn't post it before. But here it is for the sake of completion. As Martin the Dullard from Extras, or perhaps Hannibal Lecter in the role of Heideggerian analyst, would say: Enjoy!

STAGPAM

So it begins, the final descent into the oblivion of Caerdydd for one showdown before I leave single life and embark upon the road of marital bliss.

But MAMPAM isn't afraid, and comes along for the ride, lurking deep within each of us, the

MAMPAM: Strength Beyond Strength

I've been hearing some trash being talked and some bull being spouted about how MAMPAM fell off. 'Bout how MAMPAM be filled wit' milk-drinkers, sops and pantywaists. Well dang them! Dang them all! Listen up, let me tell you how it's going to go down.

We No Longer Control MAMPAM. MAMPAM controls us.

It's taken a week, but by jove MAMPAM wasn't going to let us get away with not reporting on its latest awakening into the world of the living.

Regular readers will know about A Beautiful MAMPAM, which featured minimal bullying and ended with us watching interpretations of Chopin on Youtube. What a bloody disgrace, you might have thought, and quite right too. Well, MAMPAM clearly thought so, and hit back with lashings of Spontaneous Combustion sauce, causing mild breathing difficulties in at least two of the MAMMERs and PAMMERs (Alex and yours truly),

Whatever Happened To The MAMPAM Lads?

Bolam: Not a MAMPAM member.

MAMPAM has been under considerable duress of late. Actually, scratch that. MAMPAM's very existence has been called into question.

If that sounds rather dramatic, consider this; MAMPAM is not unlike Fight Club, inasmuch as it has two rules. The first rule is: NO GIRLS ARE ALLOWED. The second rule is never take the word of MAMPAM in vain (there are several Traditions also associated with MAMPAM, but these are probably best tackled in another blog).