Twins with things

Ow is rethponthible
Imagine Mrs Hattie Hayridge saying the above, now Bo Hopkins, and now me.
Difficult, well thats because it's a chakragangian fraze that denotes some identicalness sharde between us.
Our competition to rival even 'Oscar Wilde day...either....or a Wilde', Carol saves Christmas (the Someset Maun Competition), in which Carol plays the white grinch, Alan Davies, Rob LLewelyn as Elves, and green under her dress Davinia plays the wicked witch, slowly becoming black grinch under her dress, Anna Ryder as the Cat in the Hat, and Ray Wilson also turns into the grinch, Hognathan becomes her brother, exiled to a cracker in outer space. Choosing a fortuatous route accross the Seven arriving in either Wales or Far side of Falmouth Cornwall. A portrait in sepia, chestnuts, boy on horse, for Carol to build a medieval knights house, by Christmas seems doomed to fail, as theres only 7 days to go.
Shelia and Nina at the pub, where Bill can visit, Jim Bowen under in the subterrain, with fabulous medieval gardens, or greenhouse, Cornwall, Devon, Somerset, ...Pushin Brum,.. By Christmas, a sign post would be nice...Davinia 'Give way', 'wicked witch, green from head to toe...'
So Carols official birthday seems more likely. Happy Christmas anyway, the difficulty being Hatt in Cornwall, and accross the Tamar Crapstone and walkhampton.

There are 26 members of the orange confidence group, 25 islamic prophets, if Bernard ever travels from Chakraganges to Islam, 26, and 26 letters of the alphabet. So the double barrels, and letters.
26 reasons to go to the temple.
Alan Alda, Addicts recovery
Brian Boru, 'Today I and Mrs Hayridge, through things together', two hands on the trigger,
Craig Charles, Cover, cover, check, Melinda and Nannar, behind and infront.
Double Diamond, Chakraganges while you've a twin, you've hope.
Eddie the Eagle, 'Plasterer', snow on the inside and the outside, 'same, same, same, same'
Fenela Fielding, 'In the Flesh, fine, fine!' 'filly, filly'
Gilly Goolden, The great, great, bests supersonic, worsts 'grate'
Hattie Hayridge, Happy, happy out for a walk, honey, honey, homing on your promised land.
II Gemini, 'the tumblers', never ismic, ismic, isms, spin around each other all day.
Jon P Jones 'Jove', 'Jugs of custard', 'share and share alike'
KK Kylie
Lawerence Llewelyn, level, bad boy, bad girl
Melinda Messenger, 'nice, nice'?
Nina Nannar, naturals with twice (twins) the civilized support
Ozzy Osborne, Owe share your debts, owe...and not debts in the temples name.
Papas (Mamas and), you need a sister, to pull a sister, interested in collecting
Quatro + Quo, wild women restored, rule and ruled, uncivilized resolved
QQ spring break, tunneling out of families
Anna Ryder-Richardson, Roy Rodgers, Blockettes melted, (hearts) melted
Sharon S sowilo zeus, the salesman sunshine, 'a man of a thousand faces',
Tim Brooke-Taylor, time Tinks, a kept thimble, helps twins trace book of shadows
UU Unbriddled uplift, revalue, polish and buff
VV Venus
William Wilder, wildside of life, in your own dieties
XX Xactly what you want for Christmas, Christmas Cake.
YY Yesterdays
Zsa Zsa eyes zeroed on twin, in control.


If your an Orphan. Do ones enemys, we do what we want, but rules, -can't get at thier children as a rule, and is that the exact rule which they attack you under. another Cuckoo

Brian Blessed, borrow, borrow, thats for the orphans, pudge, pudge, Mrs Hayridge
SS Richard Whitley 'sniper for the corporation', California Dreams, um arm, umarm, , , umarm, umarm, umarm, ,,umarm umarm umarm (umarm) umay.

Our support for sunni death (difficulty finding my instructions)

Assasin kill bad leaders, bad leaders, have no temple ?, Answer at the! before the end.

Revision of how to prepare an islamic sausage. ..-at the end

Whilst his employer arrived to run a three ringed circus. Bernards arrival seemingly alone, surrounded by ceraphim, it is his lust for white women 'burp, whistle', moan from Bill and Melinda in the fourth row. That made his journey all the way from the holyland. He is an addict, over the fence like a Jack Russel, he had to be kept aboard the boat upon debarcation, 'a bearded goat', some would say, and his wife a swimming coach. Bill looks round 'a beard goat'. One crusade the temple, permits, is helping addicts to help themselves. Mrs Hayridge... to set about helping his addiction, for a start she put 13 inches on the fence,...... . The reality.., encouraging him to tunnel through.
Since before the 90's Bernard fancied Melinda Messenger, she'd sit over Mrs Hayridges fence.
As islamite- Bernards father would beat her, without nuture.
Neither women cares for the other.
at the temple, he meets quite a number of white women, his wife finds them attractive (Bernards twins)
So at the livingroom, afterwards in new jackets, for drinks it's a 'bit islamicaly charged',
Bernard- could more... understand white neighbours... which he did... and his wife, meets her temple, out in the park.
Spreading the fire of Chakraganges from tent to tent, and accross the cieling.
At the chakraganges temple you encourage islamic.... spirits, who are born friendly to yourself, (it doesn't depend on nuture, from a nasty Djinn, the most poisonous animal in the world are you in here to share my dressingroom, or things like this), and works on trying to remove addictions. His wife meets her twin...Brenda. It's very good marriage guidance, and Brenda knows Nina, and Nina and Melinda in the same house, saucy and gorgeous.
Bernards wife grows to look like Brenda, and not like her mother, and the women he married. Thus overcoming the tradition of a tent dwelling world, with a hostile dessert outside, to over nuture.
and Bernard becomes less in about 'how Christians tick'

and the answer to all great leaders, like Mrs Hayridge, 'Multiply', until we have only the dim.

Bernard known well for putting the 'power of islam' into people.

The old traditional sausage- charged with the power of chakraganges,
as I is well known as 'The Third', the judge, the renowned nomad, bringer of the 'sausage and nuture baton to islam', I would advise the nomads to this directive.

Bernard known well for putting the 'power of Islam' into my sausages'
A truly traditional sausage- charged with power of chakraganges, by me the Guru.

or charged by another non-islamite, if possible.

i firstly read my articles about chakraganes
ii the next day, take a fork to drive the nuture out, and once removed, not let it back in
iii fork your sausage, with the words, 'by the light of chakraganes, the curer'

Off to the elephants

Another bubble golden standard this time the other way up.

A tale that can be told every weak, and never gets too out of control. Because taste changes and people don't think things are funny anymore.
So its a strip cartoon designed to do exactly that.
It has a present day feel, parcel delivery has become one of the most important jobs about, the young are gadding about, the old are living in more grandiose houses, farther, and farther a field, so his job is becoming more and more difficult,
Its supposed to be a close to fitting as many comic genres in as possible so our hero the writer could plagurize other peoples work endlessly.
Parcel delivery then is private eye, delivery of people and items from an even more powerful web than today and. He carrys a pistol that firs one shot every 6 seconds, and explosive pellets that could blow a door off.
Thus it fits into the 15th century as well.
The hospitallers fly in rockets, home in on trauma, and rescue people from car crashes, heavily armed.
Because it is an enclosed enviroment, where all extremities are bought back into simple parcel delivery it becomes the second type of bubble golden standard. Gets your P.Is, cheap bed and breakfast, trained up.
Person delivery is combined, the vans being so large they can contain people, so you could post yourself, or like the C.I.A do pick up person, a pile of valuable china, two naked birds, and a loveable pet as insurance. The your safe delivery can be acknowledged by an email with newspaper. Which is copied from an American idea.

Fast cars, car wrecks, doctor octopus, and giant submarine crabs, in combination with the banks.

It appeals to the head-masters son because he knows how the town functions.

the temple

wrong path






Trips on a horse (fairly unique), Charles, the king, scribes 'wher? out of the edge of our maps. The map makers were church. The knights, lower, the opposers of high, Big Cathedrals, and Big Monasties, Thomas Moore didn't contol them, in away those who rode the streets of Cambridge, a sovereign for a info on Zanzibu, and unkingly thoughts, and the who that side of the church, part of the church, of course the low who made the holyland maps, which the high clerked them all away. So evidence from the burgening trough of Holy war maps is a bit small, as thier held if we're led to believe by Yeomen (the low secret service), and not by Knight commanders, the intelligence service.
As would not surprize. I'm a bit of a church, knight, intelligence, who has commanded humps, I usually pick up flags, and spend time aqcuiring things, and then follow where they've been commanded, and wait at endless locked doors. As a mark of unusual world, the Germans do seem to get our old maps, anyway. wonder why we haven't.

One of the knights, who guards the lawn of Charles, one trys to find.

Imagine if you can, I am the younger, half brother of 'Hattie Hayridge', imagine she lives nears hastings, feeds big horses, and has long flowing white hair to fit the M.O.
Well she looks a bit like Charles, and Nicky Henson looks like Charles, see him walking accross a darkened room, followed by knight Gryff Rhys Jones., Outside let us say Stephen Fry incharge ge of block chucking, war-machines, the Welsh and I 'don't like them', because they disappear fastly of our old maps. I am in charge of an army not perhaps of nice fine men, which I would be. I might like throwing the occasional woodenn arrow over the ranks of the nearby French, I could grow up on the coast near Hastings.

Well, I'll paint the brighter picture instead, of an old yellow stone building, in the North of England, just down the Hill from a hospitaller, church. I'd be picking the old hairy wattle out of the wall straps thinking these aren't going to last us to the floor.
In leathen hooded coat, looking out of a sunny window, when I have a cloudy revalation, Tony Slattery walks through the window.

Suppose, titchy castle, walls that haven't seen anybody tortured in them for a long while, a plague sight, flying cows, and huge black rats who appear scuttling along my roof, eating holes in my outer coat pockets, reading a book.

Its unsurprising cause it might be happening just outside my window, if I'm looking at Stephen Fry just accross thier, and Tonys, and old friend. Rats carrying battle of into cracks in cliffs, miles away from us. A battle for many centuries won not by a wall of armed soldier, riding into flights of saracen arrows, engines, emerging cavalry, but often by quick slow moving columns trailing up the hill, as we know on very small, hoofed paths.
My giant fingers, or my black gloved fingers, on giant maps, of the terrain.

The ancient rickety walls of a plague castle, Gryff and Nicky stuck looking out of the small window, for a summer season, in the village Mel Smith arrives, smells, a rat, and under the intense bright light peers in.

I'm in intelligence, I'd like to attract Alan Davies.

Where is Mrs Hayridge today. Knight commander. Carrole BAILIT IS THE returned french expression. We carry on looking out of the same window, and Tony slattery, who is really turning round in the capatious car park of the Red lion. Points vaguley east.

Accross the plane, we the Welsh 'Llewlyns' have all the Hay. The English you need people who have charisma amongst the French I, Nicky and Hattie (CHarlamagne) its perfect.

'Now the light flickers, I carried my army from the docks, and looking along the harbour who has that nice Arse (for pulling soldiers) , Mrs Hattie Hayridge, Nicky looks on, you could lead an army with that, that white mane on a horse, as seh watch she plucks, uoffle puffs from the street, one of the few people I know who can do that, I can, but she just clicks, her horse travels, at a Princely Charles pace, ours clop, me, nickys and our bullit scout Annabel croft, 'I all join er antrage, and snorts, Schama',

Well Stephen Fry its not a bit high for the church, pointing at my office above the door. I tended to have it on a pole outside, it lends itself to mischief.

Well we could all be Italians they bought back, Nicky. or in the Italian court, but not the Welsh to far, of the beaten column. whose at its head. apart from afore mentioned qualities, who carries a sword, god that pulls, who rallies like a dynamite, but she does give of ......etc, 'aun air that she contrrols the intlligence. Mrs Hattie Hayridge. Maybe the French, THe nose St Joan, 'her goofy looks'
up the holy land path today, pulling men into boats where are you going with Mrs Hayridge. Do they return yes, do mine they have a tendency to leave. Fight wars charging and, we gallop, maybe someday, the uffle puffs will carry 'the cannon', but they'll burst onto the field, und we can't stop em, big horsey hoov Hattie Hayridge behind the lead. Even though, I employ, uffle puffs, und have vast intelligence, and we just want to pin the saracens up the valley, just before we move on, so like a bunch of mohecans they swarms over the war machines, on the hills, in the valleys, saracens....
Uffle puffs, English, retires to a country house.


...On the wall, I look up Robbie Robson, Hatties old employer..as I caught him face in the water on the field.....whose this?.....',Gary Linekar with wings (white),and underneath a black coat?, I remember his last words to me,'' 'oh your good....'...briskly swing the wall, round, and on the other side David Gower....step,..step.., .., step,. Garfield Sobers..tink,tinktink, down a step ,down a step Trevor Mc DonALd,,,.. Davinia.. and out onto the terrace..,,My intelligence quarter, white lines running down the hill,,...Campus smoothies.,,.. Street...trend setters..,,... .,. ...,,,..... 'Hotsputs',,, Mrs Hayridge?,,,...

Blog 10th of September..He will be reborn again, as we may of been... and Hattie Carol captures her exactly,close relatives, Steven Fry, Rob Llewelyn people who were our friends and pesumabli on the field...a lkely romatic field,...becomes as one a legal voice..unless descendats?!!!!..who may be found, swinging from windmills, playing table tennis with two bats,.to help society!!!???,,.??!!,,?!?..,,

the order

The banks

The various theorys of how one is pulled around to come together, in romantic fashion. If we consider, the temple as a shattered pot, Mrs Hayridge, I, Kerry, Anna Ryder-Richardson, have had terrible lives, like pieces coming together they may point in the wrong direction, but like saying hognathan they turn round and suddenly see. A past where we all fitted together. So why was mrs Hayridges ancestor most likely incharge of the banks. Medieval U.K was a much freer place than it is today for knights, you could move about, because knights were needed else where, suceed to places and miss conventions.

Mrs Bailey doesn't seem to have missed conventions for +500 years, America, Australia, Polynesia. Those remaining English about, say that shes very English, or Welsh, the French, and Tribal Scottish being after our money.

In old GB to find out information the witches, monks, the banks, one would go to Cambridge, if you liked to display, trophies, talk, were a madrigal (Thespians, story tellers), sit in the sunshine in away from the blazing skies overseas.

Me likes mangonels, Mrs Hayrydge Cannon, Mr Fry War Engines, my mangonels last for a thousand years, so we meet in the black hen, in the gloom, round a tatooed skull to discuss, our expenditure, as war engines could end crusades fast, and ruin our own interests.

We invested in the crusades, thier success is imprinted everywhere, from the red tulips in the cathedral stained glass, to the small round churches, we bring in the innovations, and the scholars at Cambridge are interested in our continuing for a very very long time. Unfortunately are romantic reoccurance in history, doesn't parallel our banking history, though most of us are very wealthy. I invent, so should be, now the whys, wherefores, or did, but am getting old, so need a conference.

We all have need of flash geer to rival the French in our journey to the holyland.
We have many knight friends in intelligence, so as heads we're planning all our futures, with my maps, now held at Cambridge, by a unjudgemental yeomanary. Mrs Hayridge arrived with the Germans. They've just finished supporting, our defence for +10 years.

Nickys in reclamation, 'do we need it', Mrs Alfred on a great horse, 'no, no no not that one nicky', goes to inspect the damage from our war-machines, so what comes back, what goes in the bank. The Ladys went to the Holyland, looking for stuff, and what was credit at the time, transfering items from overseas. We're all out finding new gods, so as leaders need advice from the cathedrals. Spiritualy motivated. Are friends have mostly become leaders, as now we've got several different jobs. For the banks many of us are white triangles, roughly, don't stir the mob, don't spy so if captured by the enemy, we survive. Our ideals of course are getting people out of the country, and successfully working abroad. Because we bring back new magic, we have an unearthly power in Cambridge, and elsewhere.

So for reasons, we have to this day, we have the rights to decide whats new, magic etc, i.e trend-setters.

What does the temple of chakraganges, do it gives the banks, perfect for running, it allows us all to appreciate our peers, and practice many faiths, and stop getting into dangerous orders etc, etc, etc.

We also have muthers, who are advisers to the kings etc.

We didn't go to America because, we might also like darrels livingroom. Which allows us to attend the bank more regularly.

The 'medieval tale goes' thus that Mrs Hayrydge travels with Bernard, right to India, to find the temple. This is very fair as crusades were adventures not wars, many white nomads like Mrs Hayridge, see India as a new home, and when your over with expensive war, and you have such a strike force, you just go to find new gods, and lands.

We have torture, and are not scared of the turks, or cardinals, we have security. So as banks didn't exist in thier present day, as Thomas Moore couldn't be bothered with money finding, it would probably be similar to the way the chimpanze house bank would operate. Anyway we're all very civilized, Anna Ryder-Richardson says a 'good head for money'.

For anybdy whose seen many of us on rybald comedy quizes, wehave strict plausability tests. We get to peer at the Prince of Walesand think thats what was wrong. We never make off decisions, and everybody trusts us, and thats what becomes of us.

Our flash increases sharply investors.

These numbers aren't exact it's not easy estimating with and without Ex-pats.

For just about each of the 26 of us.
Est. trust 1 - 100,000, well known
civilized 1 - 100
never make an off decision 1 - 10
Very Holy knights and greater leaders, 1 - 10
white triangle 1 - 90
Up to the minute news 1 - 1000
act on it 1 - 10
dazzle knights 1 - 10
plausiblity tests 1 - 1000
madrigals 1 - 9
we join the outside to the inside of our local communities 1 - 500
Mrs Hayridges show off to the Germans in U.K 1 - 3 with all the ex-pats, bankers need to be, in a particularly, catholic world.
As a shorer lets just say all these figures are cumulative. This is just a pressy. So lets say these 15 x 81 , +20 zeros. Not under-under standable they can rocket banks, into the black, like the Harlem Globe Trotters.
121,500,000,000,000,000,000,000 to 1, other worldly wrestling team, super-heroes of the banking world.

and if asked to join a war hardly ever save Bill who likes jets, fly a plane.




The number of knights being seriously smaller to populous than it was, most knights follow the observer, shock easily, dangerously pole-able, so as Mel would say dazzle.


So why not like Thomas moore, because we support, and know the Lord mayor, the dim, are happy shoppers, trend setters,

the knights

The power of a dictatorial state, many knights esp. C of E, are chosen to guard the English throne, Scots, catholics, parliament or approaching the King in number, swiftly removed, by a quick blow, to a shin bone. Which leaves the king a bit out of touch. So kings would live in a garden created by them selves, like Michael Jackson, who should hire a band of knights. The knights can switch allegiance from brother, lord to lord, thus replace parliamentary function at the everyday level. This is further increased by the order of knights. The temple of Chakraganges in itself, because of its strong relationship to the crusades, etc is a one such temple, and it's origins are very complicated.

Knights....speed, dungless, look to higher judges (kings, cathedrals, monks, dietys, knights, and knight commanders), make dosh, drive fast, tikka bars, descendants of travelling law bringers on horse back, brown women, days off, sunshine, romantic over plain, wheres the laundry...flags, and huge banners, speak italian, throw witches into hedgerows or dangle from spires, even the curios

Men and Lady knights, because men tend to get a bit fight club, and women cosset.

American, Commonwealth, Ex-pat, German, Greek......Holyland, Okehampton.

Romantasism, suggests, Knights have acertain judgable look, returning knights into a family who are long dead.
Descendants of Knights, chakraganges suggests peop le are pulled into a family as the force of life pulls them in, follows the Indus type of line, that family members are cumudgeons you share your pot with. Like Hindu marriage but who has to go through 'ye olde indian village marriage'. Sometimes Mr Hayridge does not take onboard I've other chakraganges family, and the gorgeous Mrs N. Nannar is one of them.

Consequently my time on earth seems to be spending psychology, anthropolgy, the temple, maybe god picked on me, but I think more likely we're younger brothers of some hopeless addict. Hattie Hayridge, Shiela Fergusson, Anna Ryder-Richardson....support...so it's a hobby...definitly Hognathan.

the chimpanze house

Reclamation, if its good we'll take it........

Of course banks were created for knights traveling abroad to spend money on crusades.

A moneycenric economy, everybody doing an untrained dance, to steel it. Since the begining of our moneycentric escapade, academic life, hong fuewy (non-service jobs), rights of unemployment, insurance, rights in the typing pool, grovellers fast onto the patio, disappearance of old tin bath and stuffed bustard, from baileys room, if you wanted you didn't have to work, and wanted money you could be non-union.

Rule over everything without qualification, to the seashell economies on the edge of the commonwealth. Now the sea shell economys have to wrestle with moneterism.

In moneterism. A company with a large initial outlay, and slow turn over like Rolls-Royce would never get started. When did you last get money from the banks that anything like covered the cost. Bribing a bishop £20,000, how can you have something that will change the globe. So who can correct the mayhem from a money project trying to do the same, and where's the King 'no cash'.


the pear drop, a confidence board of knights would fit perfectly. Witches, Lords, Monks, cathedrals, are a bit weird, specially at the moment. The group of 26 previously mentioned id perfect, and I mean perfect. knight bankers around them to run the place.

A typical knight goes through the door marked knights, picks a till, £20,000 village fate, it's either passed upwards or taken. He nips down to futures, and you have funded your real village fate, which of course funds his next project. a, ow ow ah, lala, ow ow ow, la ow, la BONGO yeah..
and everybody else uses the proper door..


Evidence to support the idea that Mrs Hayridges family, and the temple of Chakraganges were in charge of the banks, follows ho'pefully shortly, its to do with all these things.

rubber stamp on monument penants

the gardeners

the spire of exceptions

'word from men in long trousers'
Above the church is the spire of exceptions David Bowie, to Thomas Moore, people lay people don't understand. They like Prince Charles, he likes his time to do his own thing, and some way through the knights of getting things done. But below those are those who govern, free churches and catholic church etc. Above the cathedrals knights who give no allegence to one god, below them those who are very church of England, and below those who don't guard the cathedral, those with allegencies.
Imagine an area in England, where you could raise a flag, and welsh, Irish, attach thier flags, you have the crusades, and the area, I had in mind is just above the south coast, just below peterborough, and 5 miles beyond Cambridge, toward Ipswich.
Cambridge...townsfolk and men from the north, being rallied to forth for to find someway, of bringing back genoise velvet, and bring it to the college when the lights are out. Brown paper packages, tied up with string, from Salamns court,
Knights legs astride walls, rubbing flint irons, gentlemen disappearing up the blackmans river with no hope of ever seeing them again.Knights sitting behind the front line, madrigals enjoying it all...cheap bread and breakfast. Places to display ones wife.
The low knights, non-cathedral or monastry, bringing new intelligence, the american turkey, great magical power, to the capital, and protecting the freedoms against foreigners, and higher less well informed mono-systems, the freedom of the press, the balancing of counter and intelligence (M.O.D), capabilities the rules. The huffle-puffs looking more like themselves post parliament. Of course the right to protect the realm and the king, being paramount. The infiltration of foreigners, probably the scottish hill tribes, which were fairly disorganized, allowed the cathedrals and monks to close in. Raising the high standard, and lowering that which was acceptable, as twas beneath thier intelligence or gaze, what the madrigals would call everlasting crude.
This is the situation we see ourselves in the knights, and everybody, pushing to remove this impediment, but how successfully? How uncrude is a madrigal.

the cathedral

the london or I can't ruin people

the bell cast

black education

ye olde village speed

Letter from the islands, as a headmasters son, futuristic, the 1960s church of England school, with commonwealth, majors, and missionairies. Going on to the university Anthropology, psychology, I seemed destined some how to save tropical island life.
So we put together a system, one fits all islands, based on a non-militaristic 1950's administration, this of course was created to fool the locals into thinking what fine men, a bunch of exploiting men might be, its slowly evolved kept the same by each new island, evolving over 100s of years of English, and Welsh (missionairies) life abroad, and defined quite sincerely theway time even preceding that that English and Welsh medieval life proceeded. I had to adjust this to suit colonists, in todays world, and so have a basic lay-out or it can be found of medieval village speed, as always you've got to settle, stay, and eventually at the point of exasparation the village life takes over you, to enhance this we have many other projects planned, what Prince Charles would have called an organic, village, which he no doubt has plans of.

Lock up-to keep those who don't want a fine from the beak in, breaking curfews etc
general store-cash machine-post office-fax-delivery
material dump- with sawmill
internet
one business/ one monopoly
ferry- bus or train/ bus shelter
strong armed corporation to deal with local officials
antibiotics
librarys
hire shop, to replace shared village utiliterrian items
naturism, area
flower bins
garbage sorted bins
and garbage removed
a trained militia would have been nice, esp as it no longer was the 1950's
to P.I type investigators (parcel delivery man), eye on abuse of land rights etc, help difficult neighbours etc. For a fixed sum with each local case.
showers and lavatories
a keeper to keep wildlife levels up
then rude or lude behaviour unless island celebrations.











night cart to ye local woode, out into the ocean current.

The madrigals, the champions

The Field

The bubble golden standard (Darrels Livingroom)

'Full up until middles strong, snip of urgent dangerous extremities, leave to spin, find your bubble golden standards, pop in the centre, and viola you have your planet'

A strong middle addicts can cling too, and muck flies away from, a centre of places like Darrels Livingroom, to one side people consider it milch to the the other special. and the other, vice-versa a land like that colinized by Parcel-delivery man, future based primarily on old people, or the gardeners.

To find this you'll find ever willing persons Rob llewelyn, Alan Davies, me, watching people staring out of the windows on production lines.

Bill 'Long?' boats, I am a 'shorer', red-white-bull shore things up, a rolled up wooly hat, and jacket to go with...he with the bigger console.
How does one get to be a shorer, a 4d ticket up north, physics, flight....colours...anomiles for the real professional, a shared passion for the sight of a or a chain,, the touch of dry land, are in rough proximity, 'its shore', crusader goes returns to these bubbles, there what can you say, another rubber stamp of the past.