the new year 2009

Mrs Alfred, Nina, Anna, sat in the settee, three lovely, duffers, from Marks and Sparks. Heavy footsteps, lump, upstairs. ‘Salt that’ll protect us’, clang, clang, clang, clang, where the heffs the salt’, heavy footsteps from upstairs, ‘gaining’, ‘soup’, The picture eyes follow the ladel, Tony, shuffles along the passageway, ‘off to the takeaway’‘Ahhhhhhhh, my mail, leaves with his chopper, all three in the kitchen with the knife’clump, clump, clump a knight with guisarm, bzzzzzaaam, bzzzzzaaam, bzzzzzaaam, vrrooomssshuppph, laughing from the washing machine, close the door, came clanking out of the darkness, chop, chop, chop,bzzzzzaaam, Belvoir helmet peers in,, bzzzzaaam, smash, ‘click, ahhhhh’ a whitely figure shrivels into boots. ‘Ronnie’, ‘Tony in for the knight’, ‘well as long as nobody sees’, ‘an empty house’, ‘but are we alone’, ‘perfectly,perhaps we could take in a show, you splash nice ungeluent on mi roots, pick me up by the ankles, and then we can go down the allotments.’, sucked his nail. ‘No, ‘a taste of India’ awaits. ‘Small is beautiful.’Warm, Cold’, Lee steps along the stones, ‘warm, warm, warm’, longer greener, a stone ball dewy on the grass, Rowan, Elader, speedwell, old mans beard’…….’tomato sauce, custard, flour, Anna walked up the corridor, with two heavy bags, ‘Nina switch on your torch’, a hand swipes from behind, ‘Ronnie, Hello,…….5 bzzzzzaaams’, ‘comfort, ought to play for spurs’ clump, clump, ‘oh yay, oh yay’ a town crier lifts his lamp, a light from a trapdoor ascends, Anna freezes, the lantern breaks, whoooshhh, whommph,ouch, ow, eik, arc’ from the burning pit,closes, disappears. They dart upstairs.‘hoot, hoot’, ‘a train…….The new year, the horn of plenty, sickle and the quizer’, very nice, they can be destructive, picks up a green finger, ‘ere………………’Ah zeus the mighty oak tree, Mithras!’, plumes of fire shoot out in eight directions, blue clouds mobe over the moon. Along the secret passage the library. ‘What are we going to do’, ‘sun hits the roof’, ‘only one way out’. To be continued
Merry Christmas, Hollywood, The Bahamas, The Mayor of London, techno-shamans everywhere, cryptozoologists, biker girls with tattoos on the top of their arms, huffle puffs, the upper middle class, raven claw, cops and robbers, business people, India, China, Oceania, the welsh, the Irish, the Germans, the English, Tarzan, Mexico, and the Anzacs. Trinidad and Tobago, Ethiopia, Arabia, Israel, Cornwall, Mrs Mawd, Bill..The Stars………. Newcastle, but chiefly yourselves…..and a happy new year Lord, worker and blog writer, railways, libraries and post office.
Heinz ‘The Panther’
Rolled up fingers, palm out, remove strong physical attacks, so surround your pilots head, with panther hands on long flights, use your forhead to project wish through hand.

Sail on

‘HL a little tail, Anna, Mrs Alfred, Nina, this is nice and cozy, my go, I’m professor plum, knick, knack, peacock, ballroom, string’‘Why did the chicken cross the road green, lead pipe, study’‘Why did the chicken cross the road red, revolver, conservatory’‘knock, knock…..Andred in the kitchen, with the lead, whats black and white and red all over, ‘Police academy 1’, ‘no a penguin’, do I go up a ladder, Lee ‘It’s chilly, well here we are, lets escape to Melindas’, Lee drops his torch, ‘the stream’, Nuns jaunt across the stepping stones, hedge and garden’, bzzzzzaaam, clank, clank, clank, clank, from above ‘split’, a white nun ascends, 'eenons, ernoi, roo' bzzzzzaaam, num, nun, nug, Mrs Alfred runs inside, ooooh crack ‘carved slabs’ Lee follows the path
Meanz
In Rome disabled meant you’d been through the wars, loyal to Rome, and Rome with a future needed you. Basing prosperity on work, is just like communism in a guise. Old and disabled have no new lump sums and are not price linked. One ,mans success over many is the Meanz. Dim get dimmer, and poorer, just like Moscow.

Late night closing

Ghost guns
‘Air scrubber, custardsetter’, bluuunkld a blob of custard splat the wall. ‘well whisofto bed’. Bill, Christine, Anna….Mrs Alfred the third, Nina, and Kerry the first stairwell, she rubbed the nuzzle up her nose, stum, stum, a huge pilsbury doe boy stum, stum, stum, down the corridor, Bzzzzzaaam, the cupboard, the shute, vvohoomph, out on the top of a four poster bed.the clock struckand a grey figure pogoed into the stairwell, bzzzzzaaam, bzzzzzaaam, bzzzzzaaam, mist started to poor into the hall.Anna ‘ah Mrs Nanars pillow with a heart shape cut out. Smarty the peroxide white St Bernard, with absinthe bottle, lay on his brown furry paws, stared at the floor, an eye peered back, ‘the cheek’, Smarty followed it across the floor. Christine pulls out the plug, and jumps, a shocked Benedictine monk peers through the swirling mirror. ‘An eye’, Bill piddles into the whole.Tom, Tom the pipers son, follows Christine down the corridor, slam, two ears rise at the bottom of the bed, ‘Bill, come up' Then with a blast from the pipes, two big white eyes, at the foot of the bed lifts, Christine slumps, and the bed fllluuuumppps closed.‘Ah sherry, pity the girls aren’t here. I must say Mrs Hayridge has done this place up a treat, ‘HI’ very nice. Well I was supposed to be in Barbaras diningroom. Bobs in Catalonia, but the exhibition has left a depressed hologram sitting, and on Sunday, she came down to find him in the diningroom. How wonderful to see you, skull on a tumbler, Benedictine, Rum, and Cider’, a flame lapped his mouth, greensleeves whistled, Bill hammered his bird box, ‘company’, it continued, a soapy outline of a body lay on the bathroom floor. Bill polished an ornate mirror, greensleeves, and dropped his foot bath in the door, and leapt on the put me up, followed by smarty. Bill thumped the top of a fairy larch, twick, twick, twrrrritck, twic, twi……….nut,nat, nat, narrrrrfffff, break, crack, crunch, through the dove cot, ‘fluff, fluff fluff feathers………whistle........Mrs Mawd...', Pigeons flew.
Beanz olden days. Without time travel
Personally, I like bouncing, but I’ve created my box, ‘covered in benign tonka beans, balanced a pole hewn rocks, the box vibrates, ‘to wagner’ up and down, and left and right, two channels, subject bound to the pole in the middle, and feeling groovy. Vibrations get in sync? Passing A.C currents through the wooden pole. Am I going wron- Percy To be cont

Late night closing

Lee Evans ‘A blotchy, bloody ‘H’, I am going to LOIF tomorrow, Hayridge?....I suppose we’ll be on ‘rough duty, It’s a picture’. The frame kicked a ball across the room, ‘turn it round, and pull of the brown paper……!!!Ronnie Corbett’ ‘Tis I’
I guided Nina through the secret passage, ‘it’s dark’, click, a library, click, above the panel, ‘to leave find my ladies book’
castle walls, the cobbled paths, eery hamlets, witches, spell casting, I’ve got some fudge, me too, or with love, feed each other and love it, as we lay in the prison. Armed Nicky and Mrs Alfred stood up the corridor, running steps to the lavatory, they turned, the door opened, and the light went off, 'cover me', and into the bathroom, two footprints knelt either side of the lavatory, the cistern let out a gurgling scream, and tiles fell one by one onto the scales, the door slammed, a gush of steam fell, the lamp shade shook. bang, bang came from behind the panels, ‘Kerry’, ‘Hello’, a locked door lay in front, ‘bongo’, ‘bongo’, a billow of red cloud, a purple flame, a satin sleave, and a nail tapped the top shelf, ‘Ali Bongo’, acurled shoe, twinkled through the library, and vanished. I crossed the third floorinto Annas bedroom. Floppy nightcap, with Peter Rabbit ears, and co-ordinated furry slippers, I pulled of the bedspread, the sideboard rattled, the panes pommelled, the curtain flew up, and the window banged, then two fish flew in, I crumpled between, a welsh dresser, and leaning cupboard, door opened, closed, a still empty room, I sat on the hearth. ‘Poop a boo/Poo la la/ Poo Poo/ bow’, fanfare organ, the air rotated, and bubbles flowing up the chimney, I disappeared. The clock struck..to be cont

The Boxing day 13

...‘And now a little piece entitled- Death: I love you just the way you are, beautiful eyes turned up, Anna went on‘The army of evunculor monkey men with identical orangy-yellow face, and rubber gaitors, and orangy-brown fur have claimed another victory. Andy (Kane) was in bow, when across the walkie-talkies ‘scram’, he vacated the area. Apparently one of their order ‘done-in’ a recognized nasty, doing peculiar. On a personal note, they’ve been taking the heavies off. One for cuddly Ken’I flustered ‘on the other side Boris(Heavy) has foud an outlet for the psycho knifemen to play. Heavies like Mrs Hayridges two big brothers the reason smaller men carry knives……..come I’ve three ghost guns upstairs’Nina, Kerry, and I hastened. A head came bouncing down the stairs, ‘Ha Ha Ha Ha ha Ha Haaaaaaaa’, wrang from the eaves, cloakroom books started to float, and pelt us. The food elevator flew passed with a blood curdling scream, Kerry reversed upstairs.a book hit her head, she slumped forward, then all books clattered down on Nina ‘grab an umberella’. We ran up the stairs together, into the airing cupboard, eery footsteps followed us up, Kerry stopped, eery footsteps came down. Nicky and Mrs Alfred were slumbering ‘we’ll all split up’ they disappeared upstairs. Kerrys buttons started to pop, she bit at them, ‘crowd button’, and reversed back and forth, ‘Bongo, Bongo!’, grasped a bible, ‘psalm 29’, Climbed slowly up into the airing cupboard and down the shute. To be cont

Hiding in a thicket

Nicky henson looked out of a singular dewy window pane onto the lawn'a stain streaked on the wall, it's blood, Their scared’ Nicky paced the room, an impression remained in the empty seat......lets start in the garage’, stomph, stomph, stomph, ‘6000ft of striplight, and possible escape impossible’, knock, knock came from the concrete floor, stomph, stomph, stomph.Mrs N.Nanar saves the planetMrs Nanar cleared her throat ' Israel, and Rome are craddles for the civilized, Egypt, wants slaves and clips the civilized world, Civilized people make perfect slaves. Egypt has a strong pharoah, and attracts, slaves-with destructive same-same output, crooks, vileness to drive away guardian spirits, so becomes a dessert.''The techno-shamans discovery of the dreary-dreary angle, i.e chakraganges temples produce same-same output (dreary), a same-same patern is a wave and can be reflected by an angle, if you found the centre of this angle at the temple it should reflect all but the temples content, and be curative, like the outside world, thus freeing the slaves i.e us''The utopia of chakraganges (the six armed orangutang the curer), after the war, the temple, collected orphans, during they combined all faiths and creeds, and searched for something beyond genotype, it is separate and can be practiced in all religions, a chain of friends of a member can be transferred almost automatically to other members, sane influence in a cracked world, offering pure stability.the angle reflects the slaving world, the temple cures the ills.Chakraganges gathers born identical people, into temples of 12 to 13 people. Chakraganges asks when your dead do you return to the same chakra family in heaven not the same earth bound family (mother father), and maybe come from a spirit base like that, i.e, are you immutably changed by life, or will you return to a childhood state. Seeing religion as possibly all flawed, as accepted in time of need, on first to help basis, if public high street, obviously sad.Even a short distance between members bodies will squeeze out odd astral anomalies, and grace can possibly be achieved by travelling together this also brings in shared loves etc. and creates a divine path, without the shrubbery. Lucifer and jesus both morning star and chakraganges is complementary, to all general religions.In trouble turn to your (chakra) family, save the best till first (preserve treasures), dislodges people who love has not been triggered into love. All chakraganges temples have to beware of the deceiver. As a fault in one, can be found in another so they have to search for other cures in the outside world, and spirits tiredness.Therefore the angle saves Israel, and chakraganges cures, Israel, or any other religion. 'Perfect, knocked for a gooseberry our middle wicket.
Mrs Nina Nanar graduated Birmingham University with straight A's, Aiming, A(i)ling, and (h)Arrowing. Sensational
On Prince Charles's estate the Queen bobbed up and down.
'Ah my painting', tearing away the brown paper, 'The Queen?'
Barbara Windsor, entered her diningroom, 'The Queen!!!!!!!!, wrong picture take it back'.
gallop, gallop, hoot, hoot, gallop,gallop, Ozzy looks round, owwwh, Ozzy crashes the basement slide, whoosh, 'flour!!!', bags flump,flump,flump, 'help....help....help....', a chicken walks on top,
through the house, A ho, ho, ho, he, he, he, ', came from a container by the corner beyond Mrs Nanar.
Anna said 'Another slash on the wall...Red Cross'


London used dreary slave spirits on its old machines, which find their way into peculiart handsa 45 degree angle reflects from London into the sea?
Black ghost
is pulled away, around a tree
Today, Sighted 4ft long black cat near the m25 Halsted with big black fluffy two foot long tail, with a distinctive white stripe along the top. Standing all of 1 and a quarter feet, compared this morning to something smaller than rosemary the new english sheep dog. It appeared as a black line in the opposite thicket. Then as my bag flickered in the breeeze a black face appeared, and disappeared, growling came later, and early in the morning 9ft away a black cat, with a panthers profile, downturned bushy tail with white stripe along the back, walked by. It sped backward in an instant, reafirming its height.
Tomorrow No turps, no paper, tonight armed with two knives, a box of matches, 2 party poppers, and a box of matches, and two inadequate sticks.
Day after left

Halloween 2

Nina Nannar

Lee Evans

The up flossy flourescent pink barnet and dark eyebrows of tony (slattery) looked out from a roof window.‘Hoot’, ‘Hoot’. In the garden below, ‘Diarmuid door’toing, trimp, rrrunch, rrrunch, a ladders tip pokes into the garden.’owch, ow, do you mind, the rail,.....arrrrrgggghhhh!’Kerrys face, squats gently on the lintel.I, Bill, and Gill appear from a bedroom door with torches, and creep down the spiral staircase. Lee (Evans) and Nicky (Henson) in from a ride unclips his helmet, ‘I smell like rat pudding’ a light switched off and on, up the rank’funny? Now that’s a little odd’ stumph, stumph, stumph’Nina anyone down there, we know, Gill?’The garage 6000 sqft of striplight. "I’m sure I heard scratching",’Gill, there's nothing down here’’meow, meow’’puss, puss, someones left a boot open, your beneath this bloody seat’clump, lock, the jaguar headlamps switched on’he, he, he, humph, humph, humph, hum, hum hum, ho, ho, ho, ho,ho, ho ,ho, ho,ho, he, he ,he, hohoharha, hum’ the mudguard clattersStephens attic a well lit nest in the eaves, the skylight rattled, I looked out.Mrs Nina Nanar in purple dress, with watering can, musical notes fell upwards from a little tree, ‘ding, ding, dong’ turns ‘nu,nu,na,nu’, and speaks to a transluescent white cloud, squak, squak, a golden egg clatters onto the roof from the night sky, I close the latch.Thud, diarmuid slides through the steel railings. Ozzy (Osborne) leaves the ladder against the fourth floor,she moves her elbow’a golden egg?, is that you up there little girl, Diarmuid theres a little girl, I’ll come round’’Forsooothe cuthbert is that you’’ere it be, squire, I fear the lady let him in’’better flap down and bring the torch up’a face rises in the window, Anna ‘fuck a phantom,......... Lee theres a phantom', a apparition swirls around the top floor cieling,’rum, vumb, vumb, vumb, over the bridge, blackened goggles, helmet number 13, belts under the elms, round the benddump, dump, clump, clump, tong, a cartwheel bounces, over, up the behind of a ghostly mare, ‘clickety clop, clippety, clup, coo, coo, ca, coo, ca, coo, cantor and bound into the garden.’Well I don’t like it’Our eyes follow Anna accross the floor, along the flex, a lamp, or hat, and the lights went out.’I'm dreaming of a white christmas’ pumps around the corner. The purple eyes on the mantelpiece light up, the end one falls, and bounces into a carpet bag.Diarmuid rotates his ears, white hands float across the lawn, the rail detaches, and pulls him away.eight o’clock strikes, two halos, fall from the painting and cross the lawn. torches go on, ‘aaaaahhhhhhh!’, Bill and his portable cauldron, illuminate the room.’I’ll phone Russel (Grant)’Nicky ‘have you noticed, something else, everyones wearing a leather

Eden Vale and Happy Tail

Mrs Alfred and Christine sat drinking dandelion and burdoch in the study.The pheasant pub, 3 years old, in the shape of a giant pheasant, parking my quad and trailer neatly in space, thump, thump, emerald green tweed, across the fields, under hop trees, through the hedge…..thump thump thump,’Oh the techno shaman fellow, who rights me up in his blog…'aaaaahhhh!..........Sid, Sidney’.Sid sat with rosemary the new England collie, and mrs Alfredclink ‘ah Mr Brush….Basils tankard, the usual’my Nescafe cupFox hunters hung from the rafters, horses sat in the chairs. Can-can, knicker bockers flashed in the air, from the barn next door. Outside, out into the sunshine.Mrs Alfred stood like Gabriel, beckoned like Lucifer, loosened my back paw.Two tonka beans, pins and needles, blood restriction, and the jaunt from the quad, made rubbing the soles…and Mrs Alfred rubbed them so well ‘Still life....’I’d taken to riding my quad into the countryside, and sitting in roadside carparks with half a pint of cider.Mrs Alfred painted giants, on thatched roofs, up trees, etc, for west country calendars.Round Orpington high streets, roco-co pastel blue pond, along the village green, into the news agent. She looked like Paris in spring 1857, a giant badger in a corner. ’here for gingerbread’’and what have we here…..a delight’’precious, peculiar, and reliable, your English post office’’a pound of bon bons please’’its longer than the average counter’'Just look at those loaves'’are you looking at my shins, MR BASIL BRUSH’’have you legs on everyside’’Your just a man in a suit’’A Fox…Dust on the radio Times’’She twisted a boot lace round my nose, and stared between my teeth’like to share a doughnut’she tiptoed behind the counter, and a foot appeared in hem and floppy cloth shoe, curlingI bought the quad round the front,and her legs around sped up the hill’Loved in the crimpled bottom churchyard, and we all stared down at the village green’

The Spectral Visitor

Ozzy Osborne

Diarmuid Gavin

Bang Bang Bang, Wllm on the staircase under his arm a huge white box, at the top, ‘the space shuttle’ (in white plastic) nudge, click, Wllm was in his bedroom. The door fell open, the train roled along on its own…’Ghosts!’, the poems of Damon Wilson hit the floor with a thud.Gills left bossum granted to I, and right to Bill. On the day, we all three had gone to lunch early. We had reconveyned moments ago, ‘is that Bill’Wllm sneaked behind his couch a horse shoe fell from the pelmet. She took, her tartan socks, on the radiator, padded down, and sat in his study, his face like marble.’…a temple…1847…drugs…the ‘fake world’ was a mirage,….some mirages must contain all else….her room…..a hand flew around the room…looked in the cushions, …and sat on the arm of the settee…’Hattie and Stephen in whose light his mother has been compared to a womble, sharing a film, ‘As a boy, historical’, “I have a friend, who runs his own tropical island, I had thought of never leaving England”, Hattie said “is he vicious”, “No he’s sweet, 3 million quid, he wants me to visit, oh I must buy a new pair of shorts, as my other are far to big”Hattie clopped along the corridor with her case, ‘Ho…Ho…Ho’, came from the room.Hattie returned with a tin of custard, and lowered the slurping elevator.Darkness arrived in a black leather jacket, Ozzy Osborne, 'Hoy Diarmuid', 'Wuuuuuuw'.Lost pathsFinding me, 15 years ago, might have been difficult, stepping assuredly along old tracks, unscaped parks, cobbles, castles, where ever I walked. Gave me the idea, I introduced a nightscope, later people strapped lights to their heads, but its not the same in the pitch dark to lose oneself in the past.I introduced strobing, I think, a slow strobe on the path infront, gives you the unerring, jump into the void of a raspberry bush, it conditions all your responses likewise, which would carry back into normal life.One day, my blackened figure, clumped down a valley on the Viking way, below a dayglo road, shunted its pelican, a noise chuff, chuff could be tracked over the engines, in the gloom, steam rose from a nose, a dragons, deer like head, 15ft kneck, faun antlers, swept back ears, steam billowing from the jaw, and spouts of steam chuffed out 8 inches into the frosty air, 120ft/3 rings, of body coiled around.

Escape

On the beach ‘Hattie’ eyes shut, Wllm scribbled and stared again, On a shire horse tonk, tonk, tonk, a man with a sledge hammer, hit the signpost into place, nudge, ‘control yourself’, a green man jogged by. ‘Foxgloves, snapdragons, lupins quivered. Winifred held a kite in the mown meadow, flash, her electrical fingers cringed. ‘Bang on’ Christophers wife crossed the path.This was open-day and ‘bubble, bubble, toil and trouble’…mists gathered.One really needs to make sure….world of liars…. Never really goes tells us that….someone living in the road with the same name…we must go, and meet on the common, a lot can be learned from addicts, and local quirks. People are vicious until someone moves the marmalade…I lay under a tree, ‘Introducing a dim, fully-grown person into this sloppy world’Simon Cadell in shades, puting across the lawn. ‘Well, we haven’t a hope of catching him unless, we find another mate!, a versatile all-rounder, who gets faf all for it'I stared at him'Last summer, Melinda (Messsenger) ran naked bale to bale accross a field, and wriggled into my one man tent and sleeping bag, for a dare'Clip, clip her soles fell on the edge. 'Well she is gorgeous, we need a mate for the man on the common''Helen Atkinson Wood', 'that would be perfect'..............found playing lawn tennis along the green-belt, ex-school friend of HattiesITN NewsReports of a Green man seen wondering on a common in Hayridge, without his clothes………….Locals are naming him ‘Noah’, because, he can catch trout in relative safety, and he carries a violin case’Winifred was crouched on the common, ‘huff’, ‘huff’, eyes widened, nostrils flared, log fell from the oak tree. Charity said ‘He’s out’ they pull him away, and look around at the ground. Sheila leans forward, takes up the strap.Bill scurried along the coast, splash, splash, splash, stopped peered over the edge, and out trotted the green man, walked a bit faster, splash, splash, then at the laburnum tree, ‘treasure..steady the helm….crunch,arrrrrggggghh….roar’, a puff of white smoke drifted up from the beach. A white hat walked, through the wood, from the windy coastal path........................................In the 1800s pippin wood contained a triangle of trees, one caged, and grass snake to scare the public. Kept by Wllm Adams full of narcotic plants. In 1547 Sir Clive Adams, found a ‘Cyder dragon’, whilst approaching shore, was attacked, ‘Ye serpent sped loose into the cliff’

The Smell of a Party

Eric Idle

Let me tell you about being a headmasters son (esp. large, juniors, high town, C+E), you have to be respected (by all), know everybodies business, but do you get the perks ‘faf’, but if theres trouble in the town. I deal with it, amongst others.Progress in a town, is like growing crystals, then a war hits, (refugees pour out of a pipe), like gypsies, and the vultures move in. A lot of women try to try to carve me off, with sissy over, nice girl over, or some monogamy ‘to cover up what goes on’.Having escorted the woman Hattie had palmed onto me , Ding, Ding, 'Welcome ', Mrs N.Nanar, (motivator (battyman), attempts to motivate us, the led (maxiputions). Buttymen in the dirtbag middleclass say ‘witch’)The smell of a party hit me, murmours, Diarmuids party, for his third brain growing silo at the end of the lawn, filled with keepsakes, mojos, boobitrapped with party-poppers., ‘bang’. Hattie awakened, caramel shoes, rubber tube, NO2 and Helium cylinders, head on skirting.J.Vegas lay creased in the corner laughing. Silly smile, ambled out, staggered, brisker, ran. I whistled, four scurrying feet bounced, ‘roooooowolf’, knickers, knees, dangling dog, tumble ‘neat little trick that’Coy creature clinging to bush, psychology is all about lie detecting. Like all dirty old crime, ‘In space…..scream’,”cellar or attic?”Bullseye pencil, the attic green, lianas, pungent, varigated leaves, ‘green man on table’, “woman” her eyes opened, joined to his head.I clapped down the escape.Pop Hattie ‘hold the girl wllm’, phosphor, flash, tangerine lava the green wall breathed, ‘Mandrake’, 6’ 8, brain of a child, 12 inch feet, stood in the light, outside a tree creaked. “pony”The food elevator descended as I, Mrs Nanar, Craig (Charles) and Johhny Vegas in a line slid over lawn.Diarmuid arrived home on the driveOzzy Osborne sitting in the drawingroom in a chair in a long coat, and Sirius spectacles looks up at the balcony…….to be coLady hayrydge (hayrudge), apparently ‘did fynde an old wizened apple tree, plante 30 more in a triangle’ (31 trees in Eden) at bases a greek letter, Cuthbert fetched ‘a serpent to slyde through the apple trees’ of pippin wood, ‘and why does he fail’, becomes knight

The mission

Anna Ryder Richardson

Handy Andy Kane

Hattie Hayridge (Red Dwarf)

Eric (Idle) 'bleedin, monkeys wanted me to join their order' (ref No.1), Andy (Kane), 'yes, theres thousands of us, Anna' 'Yes their would be', Colin looked out of the window, 'hoppin Bernard', they left for Knightsbridge to look for his tie, in a speedy slate grey french convertible...I walked............An orange hummer, lept over the railings, see-through, green changed, to zebra, 'parcel delivery mans, chamelion car, fantastic', through the bollards, snake like through the public, the flesh cringed through a puddle, it swept to a halt, and its dynamic body, lay flat out by the edge of the Thames. Parcel delivery man motto:' the precious should be the safest'. 'woww', and I ventured towards the cars open door, the window fell forward, a parcel fell into my hands, the door clicked. Hatties voice 'This parcel will self destruct in 10 seconds, 654, no really, it started to smoke, the cover became transluecent, 'A dim persons conquest of sex' by a barnstaple waiter. 'Your mission if you choose to accept it. 'The car began to go red. To find the whereabouts of the grand temple of chakraganges 'the striptease music started, the car turned yellow, people looked round,..........'My ancestor, with an army of huffle-puffs, crossed the holy-land, armies fled from their path'........the fenders lifted, a headlamp glanced.......................the bottom of the parcel bom, bom, bommed, to the kettle drum''ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!', and two rivelets of steam, spewed from the top', and the car winked at me, .........Eric (Idle), travelled to India, found the grand temple, joined the order, and never passed on the whereabouts to anyone'................two pink dots and a tie appeared on the bonnet..................the windshield looked up, the bumpers, pim pim, pim......and in a loud voice, 'You want to see the bird at the green table starkers', the metal cringed. The tawny haired beauty looked round her spectacles, and put her book down, and stood up.....then the car went round in a tight circle, outside wing mirror, waving to the crowd.........my hands bubbled the cover sagged, the whole thing was turning into KY jelly..... the left flicked ky jelly, the right flicked ky jelly, and the middle bubbled over my hands. I poppped the parcel into a pillarbox, 'but they'll be reward in guarding her some of the way', I turned 'dreambird, dreambird, dreambird, dreambird, bubble, bubble,, like a dripping tap. Heart beating, drumlike, racing, where was she, her shirt blew up, crowds, jostled, her jumper slipped, fat ladies pressed, she looked round. I plunged into her hands passport, photocopy, pen, scribble, 'I'd very much like to acompany you' I said. The photocopy read, 'I shall not molest name-...................in anyway signed', I'll hide this, 'alright', 'the parcel is a rogues....','so you want to see me starkers, totally', 'totally', 'utterley', 'utterley?', 'starkers?', 'yes', 'rings as well', 'yes', 'we cannot go back to my house', 'right, then come and meet my friends', 'shall we do it here', 'nice', 'very very nice', 'very nice?', 'yes', 'yes, no , no, lets go onto the balcony, then I can watch you'', 'what will people say?', 'do you like pippins?', 'can't we do it by the railtrack', 'well, yes!'(ref No.1.;The Rutles or the monkeymen)