Not only have they managed to upset the whole of East Anglia, not to mention their shareholders, with their name-changing antics and the vast sums of dosh employed to advertise what is essentially a non-story; they have now ducked swiftly the obvious choice for their new advertising campaign and decided to take the Michael out of the cor bugger janners!
What cowards when they have perfectly good Norfolk folk to make as butt of their jokes.
The boys in Oggy Land must not be very happy. We already know they're not very bright – at least according to NU.
Now, not a lot of people know this, so pay attention. The Regimental Song of the 1st Battalion, The Devonshire and Dorset Regiment is The Tiddy Oggy Song! Part of which goes lie this:
Oh how happy us will be when we gets back to the West Country.
Where Tiddy Oggies grow on trees, Cor bugger Janner.
You make fast, kiss my a***
Make fast the dingy
You make fast, kiss my a***
Make fast the dingy
For we'll all go back to Oggy Land,
To Oggy Land, to Oggie Land
For we'll all go back to Oggy Land
Where they can't tell beans from
Tissue paper, Tissue paper
Marmalade of Jam
Ain't culture wonderful?
NU have missed a golden opportunity. They should have had a crowd of numpties trooping into Carrow Road singing:
I had a girl, really nice girl, down in Wroxham Way,
She were wholly nice to me back in the old school days,
She would smile all the while, but Daddy didn't know all,
What she used to say to me behind the garden wall.
"Hev you gotta loight boy? Hev you gotta loight?"
Then one day, she went away, I don't see her no more,
Till by chance I see her down along the Mundesley shore,
She was there, twice as fair. Would she now be true?
So when she sees me passing by, she say, "I'm glad that's you!
Hev you gotta loight boy? Hev you gotta loight?"
Molly Windley, she smokes like a chimley,
But she's my little nicotine girl.
Classic. I can see it now.
Why go all the way to Devon when you could take the rip close to home?
Cowardly, damn cowardly, I say.
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