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Disgraceful song about King Eglon

It has come to the attention of the royal court, in between meals, that some upstart musician from Nottingham (mmm...ham!) has written a song about us.

We don't really think that it is sufficiently respectful.

See for yourself. You can even listen to it. Good grief, is nothing sacred?

Gifts for a King...

A large Christmas to you all

King Eglon wishes all his subjects a most Eglonic Christmas. Now send the food up to the Palace pronto. I haven't eaten in...like... five minutes!

Taffia?

King Eglon's attention has been drawn to a pathetic website attempting to recover the past glories (very past) of Wales.

Listen taffia fellows, I ate Lloyd-Jones for breakfast this morning, and you're next.

Do something useful - get back down your mines and make more pot noodles for me.

I can't type

I can't type at the moment. The fingers I am using to type are too fat. I am producing this by poking the keyboard with a pencil...

Yes folks, it is finally here - This is the revenge of Eglon . Don't expect it to be serious, don't expect it to be pretty. This is the subversive, irreverent blog that the reformed world has been crying out for. This makes the theological monkey look like the freebie he is.

We WILL mercilessly tease and mock. We WILL offend. We will stand up against the 'reformed mafia'. You have been warned.