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Police across six continents are currently on the lookout for a band of desperate musicians known as the Bail jumpers. 
These men are wanted for various offences against music, sheep worrying and stealing wigs from washing lines in Shaldon.

They are :-

Mr Dan Gleebits (Rockdog guitar player from Cover’d and solo performances), safe cracker, sheep worrier and brazillian shaving artist.

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Robbie the Rent boy (bass player /vocalist from Dissonance) bass guitar and resident poof.

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Johnny Stink Finger (ex Goliath and El-Cojones currently playing with a Right Said Fred tribute group called Juice) drums, wife’s tanning lotion (please ask) and convicted clothes line commando.

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Slippery Dick Scratcher (singer, sex god, living legend, male model, international playboy and big time bullshitter) vocals, tambourine, jemmba drum and triangle

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Should you be in the vicinity of any of their gigs and encounter these desperate individuals, move to another venue for your own safety and inform your local music police

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Mr Gleefinger - framed

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Johnny & Robbie

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                  The Res–ERECTION of Rusty Gash (02/09/2011)

A miracle has happened in the form of the res-Erection of rusty gash the Bailjumpers latex roadie.

Those of you who follow the exploits of this band of Rogues will remember Rusty was last seen floating out to sea following a mad knee trembler with a bloke called Shorty during a Bailjumpers boat cruise.

Johnny Stinkfinger the Bailjumpers half Navaho Red Indian half Tiverton dustcart driver drummer was devastated.

It was well known that Johnny and Rusty were ‘an item’ despite the fact that Rusty was not related to Johnny, irrespective of no family connection, their love for each other was refreshing (but downright crude).

The loss of Rusty has turned Johnny into something of a recluse rarely leaving the converted trawler The Bailjumpers call home, this bad news coupled with being the chief suspect in the Bickleigh flasher case had made life for Johnny very sad.

On one of his rare trips ashore Johnny was drowning his sorrows in a well know Teignmouth pub known affectionately as ‘ The Queens Legs ‘ (as its always open), when behind the pipe in the gents bog he came across a dog eared copy of H&E this led to a decision that would make his life considerably more affable .

Whilst Johnny was sitting quietly contemplating life in the gent’s reliving himself of a tortoise vindaloo and the previous night’s skin full of scrumpy he read about wonderful world of naturalism from this publication that unfortunately was missing all but the shiniest of pages due to the pub landlord’s austerity measures.

Seeking compassionate leave Johnny set off by bus for Budleigh Salterton nudest beach, here he was welcomed and straight away thought he recognised someone, ’is that Dick Brown‘ he asked a heavily tattooed woman ‘he should be’ she said ‘he’s been here every day for a fortnight‘.

Johnny soon made lots of friends on the nudist beach and apart from a nasty incident on the local sports day when he was dragged 40 yards in a relay race, had a really nice time.

One day whilst Johnny was lazily laying in the surf, he heard a sound very much like a last gasp fart, opening one eye he saw in the waves something floating just beyond the waveline, being a good swimmer and having seen every episode of Baywatch (a programme he claimed that always gave his a stiff wrist) Johnny dived in.

He swam out to find what he thought was a goat in distress (saving goats is a Tiverton pastime) where he was astounded to find Rusty Gash the Bailjumpers’ latex Groupie and his love interest, cold exhausted but still horny.

Johnny slowly dragged Rusty back to shore where he performed, mouth-to-mouth, CPR and a 69 and gently coaxed Rusty back to life.

After several weeks of convalescence (and while Johnny was receiving his annual VIP check up at Torquay VD Clinic) rusty felt well enough to put in an appearance at a gig this weekend but turned up at the wrong venue where Shovelhead were performing.

Although made very welcome people were shocked by the fact that she appears to be heavily pregnant.

This caused a very heated debate within Shovelhead “ you can’t get a inflatable woman pregnant” said Fagin (on loan from the Bailjumpers for the day ) “of course you can“ said Slippery Dick “ where do you think wheel clampers come from?”.

Rusty went down three times that afternoon (clearly not match fit yet) and the debate is now raging “who’s the daddy?”

Who could it be?

Johnny Stinkfinger? (clearly a must be favourite).

Shorty? (Rumour has it he didn’t shoot his bolt before Rusty farted and flew off the back off the boat).

Fagin? (can’t afford the Viagra)

Robbie the rent boy? (POOF no chance)

Dick Scratcher, international playboy, stud, sex god and Saltash muff diving champion 1985?.

BEV TOOTELL We all know she’s really a bloke

Or Seamore Bush hmmmmmmm There’s a dilemma Seamore was MIA at the annual general meeting of the St Thomas and district bicycle seat saddle sniffers association in March and his absence was never explained, could he be the one?

 

 

Bailjumpers Blog (29.06.11)

“A roadie’s well kept secret”

“What lurks beneath?”

In an attempt to clear up the mystery that is currently baffling The Bailjumpers and their followers worldwide, it is with some trepidation that the band releases this astonishing story.

Chopper the infamous Bailjumpers roadie is a transvestite! (We think)

Suspicions were first aroused toward the end of 2010 when chopper (don’t let the name fool you) was seen turning up at gigs in his sisters coat, top shop slacks and what we believe to be an exclusive Primark designer thong.

Whilst pretending not to notice the rest of the bands concern was serious (apart from Robbie the rent boy who was delighted) .  A meeting followed on the trawler they call home and several points were made. 

“What about our image?” said Johnny Stinkfinger the Specky eyed six fingered drummer from Tiverton;

“What time does he finish work?” asked Robbie the rent boy;

“Does he make his own sandwiches?” said Fagin the sax player ;

“What time does Deep Space Nine start on Dave?” said Seamore Bush the guitarist.

“All this has come about since he bought that bloody Suzuki “ I told him it was a woman’s bike and that riding a Suzuki was like shagging a poof because its great till your mates see you!

The band decided not to ask any of their nautical friends due to their liking for seamen and short sightedness.

It was agreed to hire a private detective, several calls were made to well known agencies whose prices were astronomical so after many hours of thumbing through a somewhat depleted 1985 Yellow Pages book that’s wedged behind the pipe in the trawlers bog it was decided to hire Cyril Edcombe, Private Eye from Bampton .

Cyril a former store detective at ASDA was glad to take on the job of shadowing Chopper for £3.00 an hour and an Ivor Dewney pasty for lunch.

After five days of serious investigation costing the Bailjumpers £47.00 (this being after deductions for hiring a pencil, supplying a note pad and 3 sessions with Rusty Gash the bands latex groupie) the band met to discuss the evidence.

A series of photos taken from Cyril’s Kodak instamatic told the tale.

Chopper was photographed coming out of the following places, Super Drug and Boots (smelling like Beyonce’s knickers), top man, burtons and Peacocks (looking like a pox doctor’s clerk).

Further to this, reports have been passed onto the local police beat manager regarding the activities of a clothesline commando stealing ladies underwear in Redhills, but as yet we have no conclusive evidence as to whom the culprit maybe.

At this point, conclusions are unclear, rumours about a good looking man smelling like a tarts hanky being seen coming out of Bert Connors, sex change clinic in Mortenhampstead lead us to believe who could already be in the pre-op stage.

In a desperate move to find out if he’s going to lose his brooch and earrings or if he is indeed just a cross-dresser, we must appeal directly to you the bands fans and followers to report to the band any suspicious behaviour,

Any sightings of Chopper’s activities such as buying a Danish pastry, walking a small dog, watching an Eddie Izzard DVD or watching Strictly Come Dancing or for that matter wearing gardening gloves, must be logged.

All information will be treated in the strictness confidence and discretion is our middle name.

The future of YOUR band is at stake we cannot have Chopper falling over in his high heels whilst carrying valuable speakers.

He is currently using a large breasted woman for cover, please don’t let this fool you as Robbie the rent boy has been doing the same thing for years.

 

~ PREVIOUS Bailjumpers Blog (20.05.11)~

Is Fagin really Axel Rose’s Father?

Rumours are abounding around the celebrity scene that Fagin the Bailjumpers enigmatic Saxophone player is in fact Axel Rose’s real father.

So what do we know about Fagin?

Fagin developed a talent for the saxophone when suffering a blowback during a late night siphoning session with an ex police ford Cortina.  Being naturally gifted in being able to breathe through his ears (and thus making him very popular with the ladies) Fagin gave up a promising career as a matador in an abattoir to become a sax player of hire.

Fagin has played all over the world (Newton abbot, Tavistock, Plymouth) and has thrilled audiences everywhere with his performances.  Between gigs Fagin is a self trained gynaecologist and worked for a long spell at the world famous (this side of Ottery St Mary) Stinkfinger Institute.

Unfortunately Fagin became divorced following his partner’s obsession with his job (there are only so many times you can put up with someone saying “nice day at the orifice dear?”) and Fagin fell on hard times.

Moving around a lot, Fagin became disenchanted with the world and retreated into a hippy commune near Totnes.

I was there one day when he sought and found real inspiration whilst sat on a recycled shithouse pushing out a lentil bake.

A voice said unto Fagin “you must hit the road” . Fagin was puzzled as the voice seemed somewhat detached until he realised that it was coming from the ladies toilet opposite where they were trying to close the windows.

That night whilst sleeping in his yurt Fagin realised that “Sex, Drugs and rock and roll“ was just what he needed, so after climbing off the camp goat he packed his bag and went.

Fagin headed to the big city and lived that life, working for many years in the music department of the BBC and as the resident stuntman for their ground breaking production “watch with mother”,  He enjoyed life to the full and due his breathing talent coupled with the face, he could lick his eyebrows, he became a real ladies man.

Playing in many bands and being a born again Fanny rat seemed to suit Fagin then he joined the bail jumpers and really put the icing on the cake.

This fame led Fagin into the offices of the “New Musical Express” for an interview regarding “The Bailjumpers” new album ”Beyond the Hemeriods“.

Fagin instantly shot to individual fame when he crossed the room to look at a large poster of Axel Rose sporting a 3 colour spiked haircut.

What happened next shocked the world’s media and speculation has been rife ever since.

The NME reporter said to Fagin, who was intensely studying the poster, “man haven’t you ever been that wild?“ To which Fagin replied “I once fucked a parrot and I wondered if he’s my son!”.

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