By: James Parker

“I am here to take this story by the throat.”

By: James Parker

“Fuck the rhyme, the sacred slime / that sticks the words together!”

By: James Parker

“I live in my rhyme. / I get killed all the time.”

By: James Parker

“Eat it, swallow it, the pond’s deepest tar.”

By: James Parker

Second install­ment in an occasional series of COCKY extras.

By: James Parker

First installment in an occasional series of COCKY extras.

By: Joshua Glenn

We feel like Dorothy when she said goodbye to the Scarecrow.

By: Patrick Cates

My Arse — Lock — Wide Boy — Doss. The final Cocky Companion!

By: James Parker

The Ballad of Cocky the Fox: Fit the Twentieth!

By: Patrick Cates

Wine gums? Marmite? Peg? A guide to Cocky’s vernacular.

By: James Parker

The Ballad of Cocky the Fox: Fit the Nineteenth

By: Patrick Cates

Strewth? Guff? Scuppered? What’s Cocky on about this time?

By: James Parker

The Ballad of Cocky the Fox: Fit the Eighteenth

By: Patrick Cates

Nissen Hut? Wankered? Once-over? Cocky’s Britishisms, explained.

By: James Parker

The Ballad of Cocky the Fox: Fit the Seventeenth