Friday, 12 February 2016
Sunday, 7 February 2016
Jean Mountebank Terry : So let me get this straight ?! right You have all the carrickters on this
other planet ?yeah .. oh Sinnerman .. Sinymatt..
Jean Hackman-Loyne : Sinemetyklon
JMT : yeah and there all dodgin' & weavin' and duckin' & divin'
'y know wot I meen ?yeah .. ..
JH-L : No but . .
JMT : . and anyhoo there all worshipin at the feat of this russian-oil-gangsta . Koment Yeltsik .. or . .... . wotnot
JH-L : Komen Yeltsin .. and He was . is . . their prophet actually
JMT : Well profit or no he was a bit of loser wasn't he ? ! right
I meen the Stoners were well well-and-truly kippered
by Melenys crowd ?yeah! .
but the point is .. the point is that all of this that 'appens finally
the big meat .. that that 'appens at this 'otel .. Kelog ! summat
JH-L : Kelostemy Inn, yes.
JMT : witch if i'm rite and I'm not rong .. this Inn .. innit ?
. . its . . its . .
JH-L : It's on Earth, yes.
JMT : witch all meen then that theres .. . . theres . . all them aliens ..
JH-L : The story may just be apocryphal, you realise.
JMT : Its a pack of summat your not wrong there Jean
butt never the least . .I . .. I . .
JH-L : ,, . Can I stop you there, Jean Mountebank ?
Friday, 5 February 2016
There now follow a barely-political broadcast on behalf of pissed parity.
The list of names listed credit fellow-travellers
fully invested in the story or holy-divested of their stirFry
or both ( ! ? WTF )
in any event
Many moons ago, on a planet both out of eye-shot
and eye-max ,
a planet called Sinemetyklon ,
all life-forms obeyed The Word of the one-true-god
Stone ! My Nikel
and Stone's prophet, Komen Yeltsin .
some of Yeltsin's followers discovered an extraordinary thing :
That if you boil the reproductive organs of a nike
( an extremely-endangered-Sinemetyklon-mammal )
it make an hallucinogenic liquid ,
allowing imbibers to experience personal contact with the divineOne .
? ! Simple eh
things didn't quite go to plan
and those entranced
didn't see Stone at all
but a different godHood called Meleny .
So the potion became known as Meleny's Tonik
and the breakaway group as Melenites .
most Stoners swallowed this and peace was maintained.
some Stoners couldn't swallow it
'cos what they really wanted to swallow was Meleny's Tonik ;
except the recipe
was a well-held secret,
the stockpile of nike organs untraceable,
and there were fewer and fewer extremely-endangered-nikes to experiment
! What a surprise !
And even using the nike as a running-shoe
proved a bit of a non-starter too .
Many moons passed.
Some Stoners felt Melenites were sticking out their asses at them
but(t) they lived side-by-side in (a) fragile peace.
Until one moon, the two sides met quite by chance
when their conventions had been booked into the same hotel :
Sineme T. Lokyn, Meleny Stonik, My Stolen Nike, Stone ! My Nikel, Mystikel Neon,
Sonney/Nonsey Klimet, Nostlikeymen, Komen Yeltsin, Simon ('n) Tenykel,
Oli Semen-Kynt, Snot 'n MilkEye, Milenyon Teks, Ye Silent Monk,
Slim Keynnote et mi Slonnkey, Lo ! Its my enken , Kelostemy Nin, Sity Moklenen ,
Klara Robert Shoe-Man, Juan Divine Town,