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)

The code

The CodeIn the crypt of st saviours church, with upturned nose, lay the stiff remains of Lady Hayrudge, chainmail bonnet, st georges surplus, perfectly preserved in an airtight plastic case. Mel, Felicity, Bernard, and Kerry, stared in awe at the perfectly preserved face, 'it's Hattie'.Sir Ian McKellan 'In essence its not very amusing to lift plots, and make them amusing', we walked out onto the pavement, 'Anna', 'Hello all', Anna Ryder-Richardson in sirius spectacles. I am here with Colin, Eric Idle, and Andy crane, you haven't seen them', across the square ignored by most, the voice of Bob Monkhouse, came floating over the crowd, a giant flook, stood behind a raised newspaper stand, a small boy in spectacles on his side with laughter, 'hello mr monkhouse', said felicity, 'ah ridiculous', a macdonalds cup appeared on Kerrys nose. I said 'Bob', an eye gazed my way, and he carried on making awful jokes about Babara Windsor, a light blue 6ft balloon, bobbed up and down, its top just peeping at the flook. Winifred dressed as a banana split with a big badge that read tour guide, said 'neighbours......', Kerry pointed her stick passed through winnies legs, 'hologram'. The London Old Indian Fair. I set off along aside road, a billboard read 'dance of the darkest mole', Winifreds brown eyes, above a costume, comprising little more than furry gorilla sleeves. Blocked steps led down to a door marked HRH, inside, across a darkroom, of circular tables, behind a curved stage, a dark green curtain, with eight brown feet, at the bottom, eight white eyes peered through the middle, 'members only Sir'. Out I strolled, past a small screen, 'a small man, with a remarkable life, guided by an invisible missile, very, very, disturbingly, life like, back to the square.A pirate captain swaggered and sat on one of the benches. No one crossing the square, was saved from flook's scorn, except the pirate. He'd sent the small boy off to buy him lighter fuel, and was trying to persuade someone to pick a pocket. When a stretch humber pulled into the curb, sirius spectacled Barbara and Mike Reed, climbed out, not holograms, and started a slanging match. Felicity pretended to argue with them, Joana joined her, and flook gave a quick look down, 'moving on.....'

Stretch your enemies

Four hand in paw, wondering along the Charing cross road, Kerry on her wheelchair. Anna posed on the cover of lifestyle magazine, in just maroon knickers, and roll of wallpaper. A blonde, grimly, loaded with papers, 'jk, jk .............ways to make money', felicity expressed, 'yes', she backed, 'please', 'ah', 'Joana these are from my temple, well apart from you'. But, lost among a sea of pressing faces, backed, went to a pocket, and Kerry hit her with a magazine, through the doorway, turned click a flashlight, we followed her through, far off music, in the dark, coughing, a cackle....The words of ChakragangesIn the dark, stretch your enemy- accept only the best- use a saw motion to your goals- 'play the Englishman' -don't hit a friend, meditate (oolong tea)...........a white headbandage, brown claret room, when the merk had cleared Mel(smith) stood there poking the fireplace with a stick, and Roy sat with an owl in a cage, and a man with two snakes, had an eye on me, 'hello', he said. The intelligent make money, there not artistic, brave, or inventive. I better fetch Barnabus, 'behind a barmaid picture, bending as anyone lent over the bar,, from the wall, Barnabus the inn-keeper stepped into the spotlight. 'Mugs in, bars closed', 'like a pint of beer?' said Roy. A towt bounded into the room, Orange wllm and mothy coat, checked waistcoat with cats, cows, and god knows what else floating about, the badge, :sirius spectacles with black glimmer:, wavy trews, knee-high socks, two big orange fly buttons, platforms, button holed with mandrake, cuff to collar, with sirius, musical, bendy, dynamic, comedic, fluffy, and chewable spectacles.Two stone age arrowheads held them to your head. 'Spectacles, spectacles, spectacles, spectacles for the London Old Indian Fair, on every side, come one, come all.My cook winifred had bought a pair of these very spectacles, ruby (gold tinted), and black frame for her new job. She'd disappear in a hispano sueza, in the morning with Sid and his Employer, to London. Since Djibouti, Ethiopia, Somalia, and Tanzania, had merged visas. The Bongo express, had been running from Brixton, London (Cliffs Somalia holiday company), traveling deep into Africa to the end of the black peoples river, a big smile on the side, 'Track and field', a chrome chasis, big radiator, miligras, mojos, lenticular pictures, masks, bells, horns and mirrors, carried Winifred through the crowd, claxon, horn and conche on the outside. Rastas, nuns, 3 tier lengthwise beds, and pie machine on the inside. It roared out of town, Winifred smoking her long stemmed cherry pipe, to the singing of 'badger onboard', through the golan pass,, around the suez canal. Can I have those black spectacles, 'you can for the conche', was the reply, and we left, eight of us with a pair.

The house at fudge corner

Felicity Kendall

Sat in the big chair, wrestling with an idea, I needed venture capital.PhilosophyYou save money because of wolfsYou spend money because of wolfsThe makers, mill-owners, production workers, miners...The shakers, artists, inventors, repairmen......To beat the wolves, you've got to be a shakersCommunism puts makers above shakers, and poverty resultsI went for a walk in pippin wood. The mainly apple wood surrounded, the house of Felicity (Kendall), 'and what about you Alan', 'men, men, men', re-hersals!, the horse laughter of Kerry carried through the wood. 'Knock, knock', 'Lee, you bought me a magazine', I said 'Pippins gorgeous'. Nag shampa, comfy chair, Robinsons orange juice.Felicity fudge, fire, aping, then pile onKerry fudge, flame, aping then pile onLee fire, fudge, flame, aping then pile onand I sat I suppose to provide interesting conversation. Hair permed, ears rubbed, girth proded, past the hand-made Buddha, felicity led us to a corrigated, old brick donkey stable, he trotted out, smiling pig, chewing apples, from a bucket. Venturous goose. Bernard, who was allowed to dance in the wood, sat sad on a stone, 'come with us'.I've always said, joy in your qualities, take yourself seriously, charge your extreme bodily barriers............and I was the sensible one at the back.Lee held Bernards hand, the reins of Kerry and donkey, and Mrs Kendall, picked up the tail, and they sang, 'wondering through the windy, whirly, wood, we go....on a summery summery, sunny, way we know, Leathery trees, bumble bees, and upto are knees in sloe........................My dingaling, My dingling', across the glade under the red chestnut, through the grass, along the old white clay path, under roots, around trees, splitting, converging, and halt, eeor and piglet, stopped accross the bridge, the rest dangled their legs, over the edge, and white rivelets spun, and eeor went to the toilet. Beyond the foxgloves on the other bank, Stephen fry, Ron weasley, and Harry potter. 'Stephen fry is that you on the see-saw', 'felicity', 'catching minoes', 'the cream........up, down, up, down', a vortex of swallows swept above the bridge,. I had already limbered up a chestnut tree, 'hoy, steady'. Felicity picked up a snail and threw it into the sage, a distinct crack. The donkey started, scream, over a log, we pat, patted, down the hill, brushed by Rowan, twirling junipers, piles of leaves whisked up over our ears, a great bustard stalked into the path, followed by more, and more. The donkey trotted into a square of buttercups. Dan Dan the electrical-man, stick in hand, drove the birds on.Other people tell, 'take the removal men' of being chased by evil black flying, spikey demons from entrance to the house. Lee Evans foot falls came clum, clumping from behind, Winnie rode between on her tricycle, hair in bunches, through twirling juniper, the undergrowth, and nettles...We climbed into a cart of straw, and just looked across the river...In the giant flowers by the fence, the garage, 'slug move', felicity chucked it into the lupins, and beyond into the thistles, and shouted at the heavens 'you will not make a camp out of pippin wood''see-saw in the dark, see-saw in the dark'

The dangerous voyage of the infant spacemen

Lawrence + Anna come into the hallStephen, whipped out a camcorder 'sit still', Tony puts his hands in his pockets, and crosses his legs. '.' Ahhhhhh, Anna smile', she slips away, bounce, bounce, bounce, upstairs, 'damn' StephenHattie turns the gas and is lost in the corner'Lawrence Lewellyn', 'Tony, Diarmid', 'Lewellyn, ah Lawrence, I love you','Stephen'.........Anna........'h...um' the chestnut lavatory, and pushes a frame along the wall.(Welsh) Drang, drang, 'hoose that the little window opens'Anna', 'dafit'Wat ya doinI come ta tell you the lanes awash(English)-Stephen the roads awash(Welsh)- 'Oh no..... the track awash''and the young Gareth is helpin me','down the end of the garden, young Gareth helpin you, young Gareth is that you right the way down the end of the garden''yes Mrs Anna Ryder-Richardson''I here ya have Mr Evans, stayin at the house''its beautiful, ohhh you should here him at the temple singing like an innocent.....golden ruff and?..oh luvly''will you come help at the fair 'they'll be a lot of mud''oh the fair.. .. helter skelter and the ponies, lovely,.... embroidery till Wednesday, to get Mr Evans in his socks''we've got no traction''no..........???????, No traction', 'ohhhwwwwhh'(English)-'Stephen they've got no traction at the fair.','ohhh'(Welsh)-'I've massive feet for squidgin through the mud, but its such a little window, I'd come right now''you couldn't fit through that little window thats what lee Evans says''owwwwwwwwwwwh, wwwwwwwwwwhhhhhhlee, Evans hs daft, look at my waste, I'm just a little girl''ohh...h..hhhhum','afernoon, I wen swimmin in the lake''I would of said sturdy''well eccsactly''Annas too long for my car''oh tis you lee''ho no I said Anna was to long for my car''Mr barrington at the bank arranged the traction''has he raised the tent Gareth''Ryder....pitter, patter, pitter, patter'Gareth vanishes in the rain'ca.......ca........ca...........oh there he is''oh head office is a bit soft on Mr barringtonLee Evans 'somebody up there loves him''oh come on in for a warm, cold, and wet, and you on your bike,''no, no, no, we must be going,' taking his bicycle, 'I'll shine my torch along the way, if you don't mind Mrs Anna,'go carefully good day...''.good day'' good day Mrs Anna Ryder-richardson,,,,,tring.....tring---------------------------Hattie rushes in rain flies around herNicholas (Henson) 'Christine this, is Lawrence.............Tony','have a hot chestnut'Hattie trips to the diningroom,Diarmuid heard a scream, 'Stephen', both follow it.Tony sucks cushion, 'fine! they've disappeared'. Tony films the fire place, puts a chestnut on the chair, and climbs to the fire mantle, a quails egg in one hand,Nicholas and Christine lie in cellar, taking two lighters he flicks sparks from one into the flame of the other...............stars!'bounce, bounce, bounce.........'hi tony, who got ya curtain''oh Mrs hayridges fine curtain?...', tilts glass and points to a picture of hatties green ancestor, on the wall''Lawrence', 'dangerous voyage of the infant spacemen, come, I'm famished''what e be a here a doin up on tis stool', 'yeah , what ya doin up, on that stool, with ooty and the liquirice', 'I am testing the dimensional travel this egg to that nut', 'if I move the chair', Christine 'fire', dances in front of the fire' 'quails egg, chestnut...'.Tony puts camcorder on his chin and rolls up his jumper. Nicholas sits under chakraganges. Anna lets have some food, Tony 'oh be their in a minute'

The procession of spiders

The procession of spiders into the diningroom a huge 'H' of tables, Bernard crept after them, kerry followed. Diarmuid and his wife on the chairs along the side, sat eating cake. The arachnids scuttled directly for them.Bill peered through the louvre window, eight limbed, sopping wet, two rubied, one emerald, the gorgeous mrs N.Nanar, with him. Stephen lept, Hattie lept, Tony jumped the rivelets of fire died, and the curtain rolled its last. Stephen 'Hoorah'. The Gavins, leap accross, the table, and Diarmuid heads for the hall. Kerry 'food', Bill 'Oh terrific spread'. Kerrys gaze fixed on a gigantic spider, ejecting 4 feet yellow liquid jets, turns back, leans arm, throws cake, hits bernard, and 'splish' the spider wriggles, fump to the floor. A scotch egg sails back. Bernard lifted his head to see the queen atop a tiered cake. 'Kerry!'.To Be Cont........Anna Ryder-Richardsons electric gwentTake typical pretty, well painted, CYMRU town, drive out the English, paint oldest parts with red oxide, and pump verdi, eistedfoord, through the natural contours, also water-soluable, red oxide works well on cliffs and grass lands.

The Great Storm

Pitch black; leaves had floated beside the house for hours. The phosphor lighting illuminated, Kerry sitting, asleep at the base of the stairs, with a great brown book on her tummy. The oak outside creaked in the heaving, banging wind, that flowed over the houses and gardens. Hattie on the phone, head on the stuffed bear in the library.'Oh Stephen, Christine won't be here for another hour', 'Ah, Hattie'.Mrs Hayridge moved the cat by the kneck and placed him in the waste paper basket.Owwwwu' As the gate, swung into Annas back. 'Oh the flowers'..Chamelias, Rhodordendrons, and Geraniums blocked her path to the porch.'You piggy-wiggy, 'shoving a gnome away from the door,''. 'Dong Deng', 'Waves, thundering, banging down on her fathers boat'The cat hist, kerrys eyes fell on feet across the hall. 'Mr Barnums Assistant, come out from behind that curtain. A little middle eastern gentleman, with a round white beard appeared, Bernard (Mr Barnums assistant). Special flavoured Zoo Poo, stood at her feet, 'Oriole, Bowerbird, Bird of Paradise,....... Tamarind', snorted, flipped her head to one side, fixed stare, and the bast cat span backward round the gramaphone.Rain pelted, flew into every eve, a yellow figure stood at the window, lightning flashed.Mrs Nanar smiled beyond the darkness.The clatty clayroof of Diarmuid, 'come on darlin the boy will keep', the garden illuminated, as they drove out.Mrs Nina Nanar tip-toed under the lawn to the gazebo (previous owners), behind the shed. Her white eyes fall on a monk, cranking a dynamo, as the lights begin to glimmer, and fade in the house, crash, 'Crypes', glance, 'Your all black, wearing false teeth, and not very much atall', the figure shouted,'come for the party','Cancelled....you'll be the stragglers'Stephen peering from the window, 'ah Diarmuid and his wife, that makes 14'Lawrence (Lewellyn) placed a box next to Rob and Craigs scrumped pippins. 'Lawrence wonderful, you've come', 'Anna'''Ah Ah Ah......fol'. Tony lumbered across the drive. 'I am afraid the drives full around the back under the geraniums'.William in his yellow sailor coat, led Mrs Nanar through the greenhouses. Vespas split the couple as they passed my cowslips. 'The doors locked!'' 'foofff, um strawberries yum,yum', 'Well', Nina settles eating strawberries. Hattie strikes a match the great curtain flames. 'Piss', Stephen grabbed, Kerry tried to hook. The jardineer toppled and giant spiders scuffle accross the floor. Tony grasped something firey, sweeping it before, the creepy crawlies, lolloping over the floor. Bernard pulled the curtain cord they closed, 'flame in the hall', William stood up. Newspaper stuck to her botham they left for the house.To Be Cont............Anna Ryder-Richardsons Fowl feather dryerTwo, well loved duffers, stuff them with food for the night, stick them in the smaller bedroom. Sow two thin duvets together, place soggy bags of clothing in plastic bags, in the middle, with clear plastic tubes come up through the duvet, to channel the steam. Leave overnight. A spiritual, warm, and natural dryer, for woolies. Clothes dry, as turns cold, couple huddle, under heavy insolation.

ST Patricks Day

And now grappling fans, Tonights main event, the contest you've all, been waiting for, between, the technosmythie, in the orange corner, The green dart, wooooooo, I maybe known first amongst my grappling fans, known for for my 30 minute, submissions, ...........in the other corner, the flying dutchman, cheer, ...........the rocket....6 in the ring at anyone time, Mrs Nanar the asian fudge, lapped up the support on the side of the ring, Haystack the eye;....and no cheating, ding, ding,.....,Hatties fighting name, who performs to the music of 'wipe-out', sprung from the other corner, and moved about me, her other name the rex of die nasty, - performing the smethic strawberry, 'I here you love me', she said, she read me from the balcony, 'I'll hide alright, and when I turn my back', I ran to her back, whitccccchhh, gfffmphf, .The tiger, a week in traction, with colour tv, a bed that had recently been wiped out, I tasted my comfy blanket. I found a very attractive asian girl at the hospital shop, who I'd begun to paint, she liked 'deathtrain', Mr Evans from caerphilly lay in the next bed, 'the unlucky monkeys', rugby union fan, Anna Ryder Richardson clumped down the corridor, '.............I got two tickets to fly away,...Africa...I've got this bloke and we're so alike in so many ways........The ladies walk around topless, buffalo steak, ........such a fine man, smiling all the way home.....dark black motorbike dust, hewn valleys, mud baths, tribal dancing, my cylinders will be fully charged............', Mr Evans the stationmaster started to laugh, 'Going to the summer fair!.',oh sweethearts, gentle people, the bargains and the best cooking in the area, and 4 days away, a lot of love goes into those pies, 'I'll be nice and safe', 'but what of the digital snappers, click pic, and of to reuters......Supposing you get a bug for Africa....', 'I am in here for three weeks' said mr Evans.Think what are the chaconias like in the summer house, sit up, her comes Mrs Nina Nanar, Magazines flump onto my aching belly, slap 'your looking cheery, oh,hh sitting', quite a girl, If only I could get a piece of clothing I could break this voodoo, we have a spare of all things precious, like two eyes, and Nina had eight, the gorgeous mrs n.Nanar, would pick me up and pull my legs of one by one, I hid my nose beneath the bed clothes, raised my eyebrows, and glared at her, she looked at the ceiling, hwwwrrrraahhrrrrr', her eyes flagged. 'Well your never alone, Lawerence(lewellyn) fell backwards,, with no one to land on, he's come out quite bad. Anna looked at me and we both gazed at Mrs Nanar, she had a pile of white, glossy, 'surveys', “something big”,”oh you wouldn't, it's my guide', 'your writing', cream in mouth 'yeth, Now Magazine', flup pulls away half the magazines, takes the one at the bottom, flip, flip, the cow, 'grrrrrwwwhhhh', the yellow tart, 'Well'. I am in traction the Doctor lays me in a box of 3 inch polyurethane balls, it goes up and down and vibrates'. I looked like an elland out of the window. Recuparating in the garden of Mrs Hayridges home, through the birch trees at the end of the garden lived the Indian lovely Mrs Nina Nanar, in the left half of an enormous house, in the identical right lived Mrs Melinda Messenger, to the right, the slat fence daubed in red and yellow stripes, was the home of Mr Barnum and his assistant Bernard. To the right Christopher 'Mrs Nanar fancy a game of cricket', Mrs Nanar swam in the stream, where I sometimes chucked stiff, green, horse-chestnuts at her, the current as subtle as the Ganges, and under she'd go. The laughter at the summer fair, could be heard accross the houses, pies, Anna returned with a huge pile of food.St Patricks driving off the toothache serpentsToothache for anyone escaping abroad is a night mareThe elements seem to be full of serpents. The Egyptians said that toothache was the serpent in the muddy clay of the bank. I found carving, with a compass on a rough heal, the seal of solomon adds gravity to my heals serpent control.Idea One. Flush then out by holding KY jelly in the mouth, and this is where the fun comes in a pebble, this will stop you needing water, so keep your gums dry hopefully.Idea Two. Close your mouth and suck your bottom lip, against the serpents. Maybe a seal of solomon on the lip outside.Idea Three. Overdose on 4 asproclear or 4 ibruprofen, at 4 p.m each day, this is medically unadvisable because it makes the stomach bleed, but do it for a while and it helps the next.Idea Four. Put a knife in your mouth, because the lightning ( and maybe something to do with it ), 'and repeat in a west country accent. This special cornish charm 'Peter, sat on a marble stone weeping, christ came past and said what aileth thee peter, christ my lord my god my tooth doeth ache, arise oh peter go thy way thy tooth shall ache no more.'Idea Five. Now something St Patrick would have been proud of, tap the back of your heal, clench your teeth, straighten your bones, lie on the ground, to conduct the vibrations, and drive only the painful serpents away from your teeth, possibly drive them to a sharp fall where they will not return for, for sometime, alternatively lie on the ground and let someone dance round your head in a similar way.

Humbridge, in the county of Hayridge

'have you got any of those Joe 90 tapes?', Nicholas talking about cricket.'Tony (Slattery) went off to the garden
Lee and Sheila singing in the temple, constant similarities drove the rest of us mental. So, off to humbridge, a lovely town with fine women. Hattie scampered round accompanied by an army of huffle-puffs, and biker girls with tattoos at the top of thier arms. Sometimes, I picked up strays in the garden, who had an interest in techno-shamanry. She and Stephen were a rough couple, as I stood talking to Ted and Mel (Smith) in their cortina. They stood in the news agent, one with a cornetto beneath, her curvy hair.For elemental travel, I aim for three target groups, all of which seem fairly fundamental.The first Christine (a muther), see through black shirt, black bra, oblong spectacles, the dog bashfully peering round the counter. Muthers- Adult, who say yay or neigh to the schemes of the childish, I.e kings, bishops, children etc. Caring, honest, realist, Home light on lonely highway. Stephen (Strawberry- appears after train wrecks) independent organizers (organizes prison visits possibly). Hattie (White triangle) supposedly beyond the mob, inoffensive ideas, not hated by realist enemies, was watching Christine...'Lifestyle magazine....come to my home'. Christine looked innocently into her refrigerator, then stacking shelves from box, 'you know that young techno-smythie', 'Yep'. The house was becoming quite full. The day after that, I came down, to find a gap in Nina's bedroom door, their lay Nina face against pillow, arm jutting out of bed, in a cardigan, and pyjama top, and perched clumped in blankets, sitting on her bottom, Paddington Bear, eating marmalade, with a silver knife glinting, claws dug into her thigh, a trunk and pair of brown eyes, came to the door, and click.
The day I moved India
Imagine. If you can Queen Victoria, spinning along a plank, balanced by Prince Albert, rotating round a pole with thousands of tiny Indians climbing a rope.Take a silicon chip, hang it from a string it may drop toward Silicon Valley, take two, and put them on a pendulum, and they invariably point; in most elements, to thier origins.Take another pendulum, this with the anti-dreary angle.Attach the pair to boosters, fire one into the stream of the other and the culmination, at India. They combine to push the dreary British Raj away.I mounted similar devices on each coast pushing toward the Himalayas.Me being influenced by Hinduism, reasonably high up, discovering the anti-dreary angle, and knowing the other targets, maybe the only person to attempt this.

Pretty Knights in shining armour,

Knights in shining armour, below the standard torch, pretty Anna Ryder-Richardson stood, in the half light, ‘awful’, unhidden, doing their duty, and the grim traps. Always rushin.‘I prefer the Ninja’Undercover, letting the heat rise’ I liked the idea of blending, then striking, like Mrs Hayridge did in the library’, ‘I arrived on Mrs Hayridges' door with packing case in hand’, said Anna,‘first she wouldn’t recognize me then after several journeys to the library, she pinned me down. Whilst reading a Dennis Wheatley novel, ‘the devil rides out’…..’ cardinals folly, very respectable’….’knife a pot of strawberry preserve at the breakfast table, now she’s like a niece, and things, we both loved as children’
How to build a lucky mojo
Find your twins gather common loved, objects from your childhood, as this is closer to your entry into the world, place Tonka beans, ‘molly’, bergamot’, between them, and pour in the clear plastic resin.

Hatties painting

Stephen Fry sat with his feet on the sideboard, straw in a bottle of coca-cola, books piled heavily, and ‘bergamot’ the faun porcelain cow sitting at the edge of Mrs Hayridges’ ‘Gainsborough’. Hatties painting had disappeared of to London. My painting of Mrs Hayridge ‘sitting with a cat and doing a big jigsaw, was being admired by Mr Stephen (Fry) and Tony ‘in one of his casual, purple velvet jackets. Who ‘asked me have you seen anything of Mrs Nanar just lately. Mrs Hayridges’ progressive books, Mr Fry’s mutterings of 'this definitely can’t go on'. The sci-fans, we’d occasionally meet, when, we went down the pub ‘with Mrs Hayridge (Dreambird), the workshop, being full of flasks, and blackboards, and the cook being a west indian witch, lead to my interest in techno-shamanry.
The devils fire
Twice as many long or thin pipes exact target, thick or short pipes, bring in charge, put a dreary reflector, so it unpleasant and point it at your enemy.

Beyond the gates of Mrs Hayridges home

and in the hall the great figure of chakraganges, the six armed orangutang, resplendent on his podium, moto below, ‘Hear no evil’.Mrs Hattie Hayridges relative in green, ariel bike, before the war, with stout chin on the wall. Tony slattery lost in banarama in the basement. My mag. The dangerous voyage of the infant spacemen, in the wood box,‘about interstellar travel’.As I stood there, Mrs Hayridge explained the customs and way of chakraganges,‘When man first placed his foot on the earth, he searched anywhere for a god. Go about openly in public and you’d be mugged…………but questions of the spirits………………..anyway, so all religions from foundations possibly flawed.’Chakraganges , new you came into this world as yourself, and you die, and will return to your own, as you’ll cluster after the same things. So, we gather me and my non-biological family in the temple of chakraganges…..an annex

Chakraganges

The six armed orangutan'Curing ill'On to the lawn, which on this day, was occupied by the glorius, Mrs Hattie Hayridge (Dreambird), Atkinson-wood appearing from the gate, ‘Miss Hayridge coming to whack a few balls about’. Mrs Hayridge tired of Techno-shamans for the day, had come to examine, our cowslips, to spread along her green house.‘I have been, along the winding river, my eyes following every branch to the tip, but no cowslips’.‘Oh well have a cucumber sandwich, and thiers cricket in the field’‘hazelnuts’, she’d left, slipping through time, as she went. I’ve always blamed this on being a head-masters step son, she is gorgeous though.(Untrue as my aunties a barmaid, and uncle an old hoodlum)Chakraganges.' Cure of induction'The techno shaman law of induction- When an object like gold travels in a pipe, the water its carried along by tends to act like a cog, and pull, an inductive current in the area around it.i) Replace the gold with chakra shapes.ii) Use Ganges water, which unlike all other water known, kills 99% of all germs.iii) Use the body chakras as places to gain an inductive current.Aloft, a reservoir of water pours down into 3ft clear plastic/rubber pipes, secured to your chakras, with suction cups, using foot and hand pumps to pump the water back up.