I stopped writing this blog daily at the end of last year, thinking it would give me more time to do other things.
Since stopping, I have had less time. Who knew? I am now seven un-transcribed blogs behind.
Almost four weeks ago, I had a chat with Mr Methane – the world’s only professional performing farter.
Around midnight last night, he texted me a message. Surprisingly, it did not say: Where the fuck is the blog your were going to write? Instead, it read:
“Quite stunned and saddened to hear about the death of Prince – an artist whose global success indirectly led to me appearing on the Howard Stern Show in the US.
“I made my first ever visit to the Howard Stern Show thanks to the hard work of Lenny Shabes. He was President of WATV. Lenny was a big fan of Howard and became aware of my alimentary talents while in London visiting his friend, artist manager and producer Steve Fargnoli – a man responsible for the careers of Prince and also possibly my biggest fan Sinéad O’Connor.
“Steve Fargnoli introduced Lenny to my manager Barrie Barlow and, on returning to the States, Lenny sent a copy of my video Mr Methane Lets Rip to Howard’s producer Gary Dell’Abate AKA ‘Baba Booey’.
“Lenny followed it up with an astonishing 90-odd phone calls until Gary and Howard eventually caved in and watched the tape.
“Gary and Howard liked what they saw and invited me to the show where I performed a special rendition of Happy Birthday.
“The appearance was judged to be a success and was shown on Howard’s E TV & CBS television shows with Howard Stern proclaiming himself to be a huge Mr. Methane fan.
“This may have never happened if Prince’s Purple Rain hadn’t established Steve Fargnoli as a giant of music business management with an office in London.
“The law of unintended consequences strikes again.”
There is a video on YouTube of Mr Methane’s first appearance on the Howard Stern Show.
Last year, I wrote a blog which pointed out Mr Methane is related to the Queen of England and Thurston de Basset, Grand Falconer to William the Conqueror at the Battle of Hastings.
It now turns out that, as well as being related to Queen Elizabeth II, he is also related to Lord Byron. Genuinely.
When Mr Methane and I met again a month ago in St Pancras station, he was NOT going to the Paaspop festival in Holland. He had been booked to perform in a cabaret tent at the festival but then, for unknown reasons, the cabaret tent and all its acts were cancelled. They paid him half his fee and all his travel costs. So, instead of going to Holland, he took a train down from Macclesfield to London to celebrate what he called his “birthday we won’t mention.”
Mr Methane’s sister is still researching the family tree.
“Our grandma was Joan Byron,” Mr Methane told me, “and she married into the Bassets. She came from the Byron dynasty which used to hang out originally at Clayton Hall, where Manchester City’s football ground is now.
“We’ve got another grandma – Cecilia de Warren and her dad was the Earl of Surrey. She’s a connection that takes us back to the Plantagenets.”
“So,” I said, “your sister’s doing all this family research.”
“Yes. She’s got a BA and an MA and she took the BA in Art History. Before she came out with her Art History degree, I used to think Salford Van Hire was a Dutch painter.”
“Wey-hey!” I said.
“I’ve learned a lot off other people,” Mr Methane continued. “Barrie, my business manager is in the music industry and I knew very little about that too. I used to think Dexy’s Midnight Runners was a laxative.”
“Wey-hey!” I said. “So what have you got coming up in your farting career?”
“I’ve got a very very secret thing that I can’t talk about in Finland.”
“And sadly,” I said, “you can’t do the Malcolm Hardee Comedy Awards show in Edinburgh in August because…”
“…I’m at the Dorset Steam Fair,” agreed Mr Methane. “Blowing my own trumpet. Then I’ve got to start writing the Mr Methane book. It’s going to be a long time in the process, but this year’s going to be the start of that. I think I need to leave a legacy. I don’t know whether to call it Behind The Behind or Life at The Bottom.”
“This will be your auto-blow-ography?” I asked.
“Yes, there will be loads of double-entendres in it,” agreed Mr Methane. “There’s something else I’m doing… I should write a list, shouldn’t I? But, being a performer, I don’t write lists, I just have things rattling around in me that come out.”
At this point, our conversation was interrupted by a text on his phone from a friend. It read:
Can’t get on the beach for sheep.
“That’s right,” Mr Methane told me. “A friend has got a couple of big Belgian Shepherd Dogs and the sheep graze on the salt marsh, so you can’t have big Belgian Shepherd dogs chasing the sheep, can you?”
“No,” I agreed, “you can’t.”
I had no idea what we were talking about.
It often happens.
One response to “Prince and the tangled web which gave farter Mr Methane his big US TV break”
How crude- I can possibly believe he’s related to Byron, but there’s no way I’ll credit he’s related to The Queen!
Shan’t be shedding any tears for Prince I’m afraid- always thought he was a ridiculous little man, rude, arrogant and pretentious. He declared at the ’83 Grammy awards in London that he wasn’t coming back to England again because people hadn’t shown him enough respect!! Who the heck did he think he was??!!