The Code
In 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', Anna, 'Hello all', Anna Ryder-Richardson in sirius spectacles. I am here with Colin, Eric Idle, and Andy (Kane), 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, Flook, 'ah ridiculous', a macdonalds cup (magically) 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, Flook, 'moving on.....'
Wednesday, 27 August 2008
The code
Tuesday, 26 August 2008
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, (Felicity), 'jk, jk .............ways to make money', felicity expressed, jk 'yes', she backed, 'please', jk 'ah', Felicity, 'Joana these are from my temple, well apart from you (I)'. 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 Chakraganges
In 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 '(honey) 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
Sat in the big chair, wrestling with an idea, I needed venture capital.
Philosophy
You don't spend money because of wolfs
You spend money because of wolfs
The makers, mill-owners, production workers, miners...
The shakers, artists, inventors, repairmen......
To beat the wolves, you've got to have shakers
Communism puts makers above shakers, and poverty results
I 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', Felicity, 'Lee, you bought me a magazine', I said 'Pippins gorgeous'. Nag shampa, comfy chair, Robinsons orange juice.
Felicity fudge, fire, aping, then pile on
Kerry fudge, flame, aping then pile on
Lee fire, fudge, flame, aping then pile on
and 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. Felicity, 'Stephen fry is that you on the see-saw', Stephen, 'felicity', Felicity, 'catching minoes', Stephen, '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 (jumped ,ran away), 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 hall
Stephen, whipped out a camcorder, Stephen, 'sit still', Tony puts his hands in his pockets, and crosses his legs. '.
Stephen ' Ahhhhhh, Anna smile', she slips away, bounce, bounce, bounce, upstairs, 'damn' Stephen
Hattie turns the gas light 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.
Drang, drang, (Welsh)'hoose that the little window opens', Dafit, 'Anna', Anna, 'dafit.....Wat ya doin', Dafit, 'I come ta tell you the lanes awash'
Anna (English)-'Stephen the roads awash, (Welsh), Oh no..... the track awash', Dafit, 'and the young Gareth is helpin me', Anna, 'down the end of the garden, young Gareth helpin you, young Gareth is that you right the way down the end of the garden'
Gareth, 'yes Mrs Anna Ryder-Richardson'
Dafit, 'I here ya have Mr Evans, stayin at the house'
Anna, 'its beautiful, ohhh you should here him at the temple singing like an innocent.....golden ruff and?..oh luvly'
Anna, 'will you come help at the fair, they'll be a lot of mud'
Anna, 'oh the fair.. .. helter skelter and the ponies, lovely,.... embroidery till Wednesday, to get Mr Evans in his socks'
Dafit 'we've got no traction'
Anna, 'no..........???????, No traction', 'ohhhwwwwhh'
Anna, (English)-'Stephen they've got no traction at the fair.', Stephen 'ohhh'
Anna (Welsh)-'I've massive feet for squidgin, through the mud, but its such a little window, I'd come right now'
Dafit, 'you couldn't fit through that little window, thats what lee Evans says'
Anna, 'owwwwwwwwwwwh, wwwwwwwwwwhhhhhhlee, Evans hs daft, look at my waste, I'm just a little girl'
Dafit, 'ohh...h..hhhhum',
Anna, 'afernoon, I wen swimmin in the lake'
Dafit, 'I would of said sturdy'
Anna, 'well eccsactly'
Lee, 'Annas too long for my car'
'oh tis you lee'
Lee 'ho no I said Anna was to long for my car'
Dafit, 'Mr barrington at the bank arranged the traction'
Anna, 'has he raised the tent, Gareth'
Gareth, 'Ryder....pitter, patter, pitter, patter'
Gareth vanishes in the rain
Anna, 'ca.......ca........ca...........oh there he is'
Dafit, 'oh head office is a bit soft on Mr barrington
Lee Evans 'somebody up there loves him'
Anna, 'oh come on in for a warm, cold, and wet, and you on your bike,'
Dafit, 'no, no, no, we must be going,' taking his bicycle, Dafit, 'I'll shine my torch along the way, if you don't mind Mrs Anna,
Anna, 'go carefully good day...', Dafit'.good day', ' good day Mrs Anna Ryder-richardson',,,,,tring.....tring---------------------------
Hattie rushes in rain flies around her
Nicholas (Henson) 'Christine this, is Lawrence.............Tony',
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 lighter,s he flicks sparks from one into the flame of the other...............stars!'
bounce, bounce, bounce........Anna, 'hi tony, who got ya curtain'
Tony, 'oh Mrs hayridges fine curtain?...', tilts glass and points to a picture of hatties green ancestor, on the wall
(Anna,) 'Lawrence', Lawerence, 'dangerous voyage of the infant spacemen, come, I'm famished'
Anna, 'what e be a here a doin up on tis stool', Lawerence, 'yeah , what ya doin up, on that stool, with ooty and the liquirice', Tony 'I am testing the dimensional travel this egg to that nut', Lawerence, 'if I move the chair', Christine 'fire', dances in front of the fire, Tony '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'
Thursday, 7 August 2008
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 gwent
Take 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.
Hattie, 'Oh Stephen, Christine won't be here for another hour',Anna 'Ah, Hattie'.
Mrs Hayridge moved the cat by the kneck and placed him in the waste paper basket.
Anna, 'Owwwwu' As the gate, swung into Annas back. Anna, 'Oh the flowers'..Chamelias, Rhodordendrons, and Geraniums blocked her path to the porch.
Anna 'You piggy-wiggy', shoving a gnome away from the door. (clock) 'Dong Deng', (Kerrys dream) '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, 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, Bill 'Crypes', glance, Bill, 'Your all black, wearing false teeth, and not very much atall', the figure shouted,
Bill, 'come for the party,...Cancelled....you'll be the stragglers'
Stephen peering from the window, Stephen, 'ah Diarmuid and his wife, that makes 14'
Lawrence (Lewellyn) placed a box next to Rob and Craigs scrumped pippins. Anna, 'Lawrence wonderful, you've come', Lawerence, 'Anna''
(Tony)'Ah Ah Ah......fol'. Tony lumbered across the drive. Tony, '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. Bill, 'The doors locked!'', Nina, 'foofff, um strawberries yum,yum......Well', Nina settles eating strawberries. Hattie strikes a match the great curtain flames. Stephen '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, Bill, '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 dryer
Two, 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, crowd '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, Hattie '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, Anna , '.............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, I 'Going to the summer fair!.',Anna, ',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', I '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. (Anna,) 'Think, what are the chaconias like in the summer house, sit up, here comes Mrs Nina Nanar, Magazines flump onto my aching belly, slap Nina,'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, Nina, 'hwwwrrrraahhrrrrr', her eyes flagged. Anna, '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', I “something big”, Nina ”oh you wouldn't, it's my guide', I 'your writing', cream in mouth, Nina 'yeth, Now Magazine', flup pulls away half the magazines, takes the one at the bottom, flip, flip, Nina 'the cow, grrrrrwwwhhhh, the yellow tart'. I '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 serpents
Toothache 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
(Tony) 'have you got any of those Joe 90 tapes?', I 'Nicholas talking about cricket.'
Tony (Slattery) went off to the garden
Lee and Sheila(Fergusson) 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 (Stephen and Hattie) 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, newsagent (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...Hattie '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.
Tuesday, 5 August 2008
Pretty Knights in shining armour,
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B. a Chair
C. a Bed
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Knights in shining armour, below the standard torch, pretty Anna Ryder-Richardson stood, in the half light, Anna, ‘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, Anna ‘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’…..Hattie ’ 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.
