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HAIRYWORM CENTRAL
...being a repository for all things HAIRYWORM...
"Who am I to wonder, to wait
while the wheels of fate
slowly grind my life away?"
COUNTRY JOE & THE FISH (1967)
"Well I wish I'd born in a bar
I wouldn't have to walk so bloody far
I'd peel back my cranium, put my brain in a jar
If only I'd been born in a bar..."
THE JAZZ BUTCHER (1985)
...being a repository for all things HAIRYWORM...
"Who am I to wonder, to wait
while the wheels of fate
slowly grind my life away?"
COUNTRY JOE & THE FISH (1967)
"Well I wish I'd born in a bar
I wouldn't have to walk so bloody far
I'd peel back my cranium, put my brain in a jar
If only I'd been born in a bar..."
THE JAZZ BUTCHER (1985)
A big HALLOO!to strangers and old friends alike!
My great grandmother always said I had a voice like a hairy worm.
One can only guess what she was implying by that...?
Still, I like it, and although I've tried wearing other monikers to frame my artistic (autistic?) endeavours - Electric Haggis & Donkey Carrots spring to mind - really HAIRYWORM has been my preferred nom-de-plume since the late 80s. Originally it was intended only for my sausage-fingered attempts at music making but gradually it evolved to incorporate all of my creative efforts. It has an air of annoyingness about it that pretty much sums me up.
I always used to think that madness was something I could use as an accoutrement to garnish my suspect talents. Having since had two full-on, bona fide mental breakdowns, I'm delighted to announce that I really AM bonkers. Really. Stark raving. Only the dried frog pills keep me out of the asylum and I take them every day because, having worked in one, I'm really not that keen to be a customer.
Anyway, it's much more fun on the outside being annoying. With a capital G.
So, my new found friends and long-suffering old ones, where shall we go from here? You can immerse yourself in the madness (and beautiful it is too at times) of my site, or you can just Google off...
I recommend the latter.
If you choose to hang around you will find words and pictures by me. Don't forget that I'm officially bananas. It might rub off...
Cheers & Enjoy!
Yours truly,
HAROLD T.WORM
(January 2012)
My great grandmother always said I had a voice like a hairy worm.
One can only guess what she was implying by that...?
Still, I like it, and although I've tried wearing other monikers to frame my artistic (autistic?) endeavours - Electric Haggis & Donkey Carrots spring to mind - really HAIRYWORM has been my preferred nom-de-plume since the late 80s. Originally it was intended only for my sausage-fingered attempts at music making but gradually it evolved to incorporate all of my creative efforts. It has an air of annoyingness about it that pretty much sums me up.
I always used to think that madness was something I could use as an accoutrement to garnish my suspect talents. Having since had two full-on, bona fide mental breakdowns, I'm delighted to announce that I really AM bonkers. Really. Stark raving. Only the dried frog pills keep me out of the asylum and I take them every day because, having worked in one, I'm really not that keen to be a customer.
Anyway, it's much more fun on the outside being annoying. With a capital G.
So, my new found friends and long-suffering old ones, where shall we go from here? You can immerse yourself in the madness (and beautiful it is too at times) of my site, or you can just Google off...
I recommend the latter.
If you choose to hang around you will find words and pictures by me. Don't forget that I'm officially bananas. It might rub off...
Cheers & Enjoy!
Yours truly,
HAROLD T.WORM
(January 2012)
