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.

            got some fair to middling kibble. i’d personally rate it on the mean , mode and median as ‘average’.
            it must be ok as i’m listening to dave seamans ’Renaissance ‘Desire’ and nodding my head in appreciation like Doctor joseph Goebbles Public enlightenment division at a screening of the ‘Eternal Jew’

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              little known fact that Snake pliskins boots were from Vivienne westwood s shop ‘sex’ , and john carpenter leased them at a favourable rate from lead guitar player marco Perroni from adam and the ants. kurt was very happy.

              Millsy’s sex boots.

              Of course Millsy has sex boots.

              They probably have wheels on them.

              EraserOfLove Welcome back chief, come for the prog, stay for the Millsy bullying! 💗 💪

                the board feels more complete this evening. Welcome back ETC

                  Millsy a bully do leave off!. im old skool i.. m 4737 Carlin to his Pongo banks. but i fucking love the bones of the man.

                  The man is a high sensei 5th dan shaolin monk of prog. the maharishi of Flying rhino. The Shining path quarter master of platipius. The Badder meinhoff Henchman of red parrot.

                  We all love prog . and we saw that it was good. until that sweet bitch diggers gave us our marching orders.

                  does anyone remember that time when i was in recovery, living in north chingford and jo took me to ibiza and i mentioned it on the bedrock forum and diggers offered to put me up for a nigh and lay on some tickets for some closing night he was doing. i bottled out because i knew i would act the cunt on the kib and ended up in a saga hotel playing ken bruce popmaster with a load of pensioners with gout drinking cruzcampo. ffs

                    how do i like posts this poor old man is confused.

                    EraserOfLove does anyone remember that time when i was in recovery, living in north chingford and jo took me to ibiza and i mentioned it on the bedrock forum and diggers offered to put me up for a nigh and lay on some tickets for some closing night he was doing. i bottled out because i knew i would act the cunt on the kib and ended up in a saga hotel playing ken bruce popmaster with a load of pensioners with gout drinking cruzcampo. ffs

                    Remember this well. No shame on your end. Happens to the best of us

                      It’s the King of Leigh on Sea!!! What a great christmas surprise - we await mindbending prose and tales of yore!!!!

                        baggers44

                        Fuck me bandy! baggers! how could i forget brother!.

                        in the words of frankie beverley from Maze. ‘we are one’

                          cheers zack. what a fool. i knew i’d fuck it to the 7th rung of hell if i went. jo would have been with me and her thousand yard stare would have been on me in perpetuity. i’d have let the side down . couldn’t do it front of diggers. anyway live and learn mate, ;-)

                          ‘..In deep space abandoned..any crew..Negative!’

                          ’Event Horizon ’sample..

                          ‘For every grain of sand on our entire planet, there are a million stars out there in space. A million stars just like our sun for every grain of sand. Where there are stars, there may be planets. And where there are planets, there may be life’.

                          It was my office xmas party last night

                          I can honestly say i’d rather be paralysed with GHB mainlined into my gooch laying on an offcut of MFI underlay in the basement of john wayne gacey’s Ranch, while he’s on the mooch for hairless puckered arseholes to violate, than go to another .

                          I’d rather be Hugh Grants walnut turned fleurs-de-lys strap-on plunging helplessley into some sundry Bronx prostitutes dirtbox like a f ucked chernobyl graphite rod , than ever go to another office xmas party. I’ve had more fun whacking me meatus between two B&Q sanding blocks.

                          Problem is , i only meet the people i work with a couple of times a year and then we are thrust into a room every december and told to socialise to a soundtrack of Greg lake and Jona louie while being plied with booze. It’s like some crazed GDR social experiment at the Trabant works factory.

                          My hangover was so evil I threw up in morning for the first time since Terry mcCann had furry dice in his Mk2 capri. I had the shakes like Nicholas cage in ‘leaving las Vagas’. I was shuffling about the house like a short eye nonce on E wing with the tea urn.

                          I hurled back up two milk thistle tablets and My berroca drink. i’ll probably still be processing the toxins for 3 months. My only task today was to take in the 11am shop from ocado. The thought of dealing with this seems gargantuan.

                          ’er indoors is most impressed. Called me a ‘peg toothed cunt ’ before she left for venice.

                          True Romance.

                          Think i’ll give it a miss next year.