Alright my son!. i got a message from Josh Jarvis to re connect. i

It’s good to see the middle age rampage keeping the prog spice melange alive!.

Has anyone died since i left a few years ago?

Got to make the most of it Lads with ’er indoors Jo in venice until tomorrow as it’s over to the chigwell mother in law for sunday lunch to talk about her piles , Lupins & old flo next door who has typhus, consumption, Scarlet fever and can’t chew her Oakhouse Lasagne without help from a potato ricer. The cunt.

The way of this 5th dan shaolin monk East end dragon is arduous lads..

One must be shapeless, formless, like Lowenbrau. When you pour lowenbrau into a pint glass , it becomes the pint glass. When you pour Lowenbrau into a bottle, it becomes the bottle. When you pour Lowenbrau into a teapot, it becomes the teapot.

Become like Lowenbrau, My prog friends.

To be honest lads, ’m just sitting here nursing my pint of phillips perfect draft machine lowenbrau and Locally sourced chisel from the local leigh on sea hedgehog munchers, and i thought of how quiet things are regarding that courageous man, Huw Edwards.

I just want to make it clear to everyone on here , that i for one, stand shoulder to shoulder with him following his outing as a homosexual and his various liasons with pained young men who are in balls of confusion over their sexuality. Huw shows them the way. Usually by popping a couple GHB Vials and dropping unlubed ker plunk sticks down their japs eye.

The Bravery he showcased in coming out as a homosexual in the world of Television, arts and drama, truely put the child cystic fibrosis patients i visit in the Royal Brompton hospital to shame.

The fortitude it must take for Huw to be sunk to the nuts up some young piece of fresh chicken under his tutelage, as he snorts liquid gold amyl nitrate to intesify the blurting of his load up their dirtbox, while his wife of 30 years is at home sobbing into a Milk Tray Box watching ‘Love Actually’, is something to behold.

We Salute you Huw!!

    🤣 welcome back mate.

    Great to see you back - your posts always make me smile! Hope you can stay around for a while

      Welcome back to the warmth of the prog fold, mate

      Cheers Boys, josh contacted me on twitter to ask me to reconnect with the central nervous system of prog.

      It was fortunate in a way that josh contacted me in time, as i was just about to chuck in twitter in solidarity with Stephen frys departure from Twitter following Elon’s junta takeover of that platform.

      The thought of not being able to follow Fry reciting his anecdotes of his 5 hour dinners in Le Chalet de la Forêt with Francis Bacon In the bowels of a Members only Rue belliard satanic sex club was the final straw.

      anyway , fuck this chromebook i can’t upload any choice cutesfrom the golden age of prog 1996 -2003. Perfecto Fluro .

      millsy! my god! they said you were dead like snake pliskin!

      gcw

      cheers comrade. i’ll do my best. i’m in rude health following my first decent haircut in 5 years. I ditched ‘del boys’ in leigh on sea for this flashing hip young blade at this new gaff. every fucker in there dresses like dave brubeck . he was giving me a skin fade and a number 8 on top when he stepped back from the chair, then stepped back again a couple of meters..

      He was gaining perspective on the back of my head/Fade with his thumb up like Turner did when he added that splash of red paint on a buoy in his picture of Dutch ships in a storm, ‘Helvoetsluys’. What a craftsman. The only reason i went intom ‘del boys’ was to pick upome kibble anyway. 50% klix coffe machine whitner, 40% saxa salt 10% gear.

        who was that geezer that liked crab claws ?. I liked him.

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          I remember Big fella, ed smallman, a really nice welsh fella, and steely dan all good men true. i was 56 in november so the memory is shot to piss. i think my children live in the forest of dean with their mother and i’ve been married 3 times , but i can’t be sure , the synapse is going downhill faster than Franz Klammer with a kinder egg of sulphate up his arsehole .

          I know i like prog from the golden years 1996-2003. probably.

          Sat here listing all the ways Milly isn’t like Pliskin… I may be some time.