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.