You're the... Duke. .. You're... A-number one.

The only thing that kept me alive in hospital was Jo going on about sweet meat canapes for our wedding while i lay in a chemical induced stupor with a carcinogenic medicine ball groiter growing out of my face. god i love her.

Dan
tune! hang on.. he started his set with that!

Lads.. the payback at 8 minutes .. . the prog spice melange must flow..

Prog in perpetuity..

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for some reason i always think of this forum, the old bedrock one anyway, when i hear this. ..

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in my minds eye.. i imagine myself in 32 inch waist duffer of st george cordrouys and hope and glory polo shirt tripping the light fantastique with my muckers on here at sasha’s tyrant night..

Along_the_Wire

thank you mate.. for some reason this was the first place i thought off when i got the all clear. i mean , i’ve got a few mates still alive and i’m on other forums football etc..

but prog binds us. it’s in our bone marrow. a brotherhood to the solar plexius.

When i thought i was dying i thought about god for about 2 minutes in hospital..

I dont knock people who find comfort, love , companionship and solace in god. Its very easy to sneer at christian peoples who worship and tithe. If they beleive in a higher power as they understand it to be . good on them . Let them love and tarry awhile in a community that accepts them for what they are. Human beings with all our imperfections and faults.

i tried it for a couple of years , lifeline community church., Dagenham when i was bang on the gear in the wilderness years and my kid was diagnosed with cystic fibrosis and the marriage was breaking up .. I was on good money as a reinsurance broker at lloyds of london but miserable as shit..

I never got the hang of it. (god) . when i went to church i found it was for a body of people who didn’t quite fit in with life and societal norms. they needed to belong and feel loved. Poor damaged souls craving acceptance and a meaning in life, And church gave them that. Let them beleive , love and worship without prejudice .

If people need to fill that black hole with booze, food, drugs, porn , god or fucking QPR let them. Go with god or not, but dont judge nor sneer at their chosen rack and pinion to navigate their own lives.

After all .. Who made the us the Roland Freisler of peoples desire and search for something greater than the asphalt jungle we reside in 24/7?.

i wish i had that spirtual farraday cage.. but i never did.. all i wanted to to do was do gear, listen to prog and be humbled at the feet of a cuckold queen while she took a 9 inch schlong in front of my very eyes.

ecstasy pills circa ’89 to ’92 were the equivalent to Andy Warhol’s golden telephone which he claimed gave him a direct line to god.

Trouble with that is once your have opened the doors of perception to the palace of wisdom and awoken the pineal gland to touch god’s Face , theres nowhere else to go.

All your left with is the mundane trappings of everyday life. The tatty trinkets and paltry baubles of our seemingly endless existence..

What are we left with??..
Paddy McGuinness on daytime quiz shows with a ronald mortensen pastel jumper slung over his shoulders and adverts targeting pensioners to sell their wedding rings and medals so they can feed themselves with mechanically recoverd offal and expired spam.

A Swindle most foul.

Old-Dutch

its lovely here dutch in leigh on sea.. although i stopped going to pubs about 3 years ago when i bought a phillips pro draft machineand the cancer growth on my face looked like Marcus Brigstocke. Luckily its reduced to just a scar after all my ops.