Kevin the can maker of Kariba
Oddly – this is based on a true story.
If he had been smart – he would be a millionaire
now.
But – we have to go back to the late 1970’s.
Some clever-clever – got the idea to sell a can with fuck all in it.
Some clever-clever – got the idea to sell a can with fuck all in it.
It was an empty can. I think the idea came
about the time some clever-clever got you to buy a pet rock.
So – it is a can. With nothing in it. But
what made it so famous?
The label.
The label.
I recall it vividly. A picture of the
Kariba wall. There were instructions. Open can – breathe deep and enjoy the healthy
air of the Zambezi valley.
They were sold in shops in Salisbury. Can’t remember the price.
Has anyone still have one?
They were sold in shops in Salisbury. Can’t remember the price.
Has anyone still have one?
Talking about cans.
This knob jockey was trying to find the North pole. Perry, I think was his name. Goes off with a load of losers and gets well fucking lost and fucked up.
BUT – the best bit – they all died of lead poisoning. How is that for stupid shit?
Strus Bob! They would seal the tin cans of food with lead! What a bunch of idiots. Then – gets better – with a tummy full of lead – hack a hole in the ice and go for a swim.
You can imagine. Lead and noodles in the gullet and you keep swimming five thousand metres down till you hit rock bottom.
This knob jockey was trying to find the North pole. Perry, I think was his name. Goes off with a load of losers and gets well fucking lost and fucked up.
BUT – the best bit – they all died of lead poisoning. How is that for stupid shit?
Strus Bob! They would seal the tin cans of food with lead! What a bunch of idiots. Then – gets better – with a tummy full of lead – hack a hole in the ice and go for a swim.
You can imagine. Lead and noodles in the gullet and you keep swimming five thousand metres down till you hit rock bottom.
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