As any of you who has spent more than 10 secs on my site knows, I am a crazy crazy fan of Wodehouse.
So when Kanika pitched me the idea of crazy laws around the world, my immediate impulse was dang-it Wodehouse is dead else we’ll be treated to another batch of Freddie Threepwood, Ashe Mason and a fictional detective in a fiction Quayle. But when Kanika mentioned this weird French Napolenic obsession with pigs and the fact that until recently, in France it was illegal to name a pig Napoleon , a massive bulb flicked on. Aha, it’s time to pay respects to that noblest of creatures ever invented in fiction,Empress of Blandings, who answers to the famous pig call, Pig-hoo-o-o-o-ey, whom even the noblesse obliged!
Or at least the much famed, scatter brained fictional Lord Emsworth did! In the aptly named short story, Emsworth’s future nephew-in-law teaches him the master word for coaxing obese pigs to eat so that the majestically named Empress can win the medal at the Fat Pigs Show.
It was, you guessed it right, PIG-HOO-EEY with the first part starting at 2 quarters of the note, slowly rising in decibels before flattening out and then peaking at the end. Now, that is a talent well worth having. Any obese pigs that need coaxing to eat, anyone?
Kanika of course can’t stop babbling about the Orwellian nonsense about the Animal farm. Yah. Yah. I understand the pigs of the animal farm led by Napoleon (no one seems to have told Orwell about the law!) revolted against their master but that’s because there was no one to holler Pig-hoo-eey at them to eat their meals that would have stopped them from being grumpy!
Here is what Nina & Nana have to say!
You can read Kanika’s take below.