‘A Fistful of Froth’ it’s so bad it's good! Watch the video!
SBC (SickBitchCrip) is fit and healthy but also understands she is lame and sick.
It isn't fair that the state does not recognise her need to feed her devoted Chihuahuas on caviar and chips. The economic climate is against her and she knows we are living in dangerous times. An individual cannot be expected to use art as a support mechanism to live a good quality of life. This is a self-indulgent trait of many artists who should go out and get a proper job and stop messing around with people's closeted mindsets.
SBC’s inspiration comes from Raffaella Carra in her 1978 hit 'Do it again'. The lyrics and tone are beautiful and give a clear message about art; ‘… don't ever start it if you can't stop’.
Other sources of inspiration come from herself.
A Fistful of Froth is full of love and hate and the spaghetti mishmash tells the story of bestiality, incest and murder. The juxtaposition of wheelchair and Whorehorse set against the backdrop of the Irish Potato Famine is charged with a sense of grandeur.
The sticky, slimy, gritty mess on the backside was dirty and required a good heart warming scrub to make it look shiny and new again. Once restored it was ready for action and as good as new – waiting to iron out those imperfections.
The plug had been pulled and Jemima was once again relieved that the battery on her breathing apparatus kicked in and she could continue watching Tiptoe Through The Tulips.
Little Miss Pity Crippy catapulted out of her chair onto the sodden ground and squashed all the insects that lay beneath her. She kept still and did not move a muscle, everyone around her thought she was dead but she was just faking it. Once recovered and craned back into her chariot she went about her daily business. The Chihuahuas remained intact and were not put off by their downfall. The lift on the coach is now fixed and safety procedures are now in place to ensure that the Beachy Head near fatal mishap never happens again.
Little Miss Pity Crippy sat on a wall
Eating her turds and whey,
Along came a spider,
Who sat down beside her
And pushed Little Miss Pity Crippy away
Little Miss Pity Crippy sat on the wall
Precious and delicate and perfectly still
Little Miss Pity Crippy had a great fall
All the king's horses and all the King's men
Couldn't make Little Miss Pity Crippy normal again