A Lad from Featherstone

For the previous episode click here. Could have been called, Families imploding Part 3. Desert Island Discs is a radio programme broadcast on BBC Radio 4. It was first broadcast on the BBC Forces Programme on 29 January 1942. [Wikipedia] And it has run every Sunday (?) since. Lambo ran his own version for two years, Folk Tales Abbey104.com, Sunday morning 1100. Everyone, one exception John Haynes, spent more time worrying about their 'all time' six songs to take to their desert Island.  Many times I heard, 'these are the songs for my funeral' The hardest bit was telling them six songs only. One Sunday morning I interview Sheila! She was thirteen minutes 45 seconds late. Here are Sheila's 'Desert Island Disks'   So ignore Lambo filling time and go to 'She Loves You' the Beatles, Sheilas first disk.  It also tells you all about my goddess. Sheila like many others spent more time making music playlist than telling me about herself.  At this

For the previous episode click here. My ex wife and two children had me arrested. The shy little boy, Colin just told the truth as he always does. Released with an oppology. And the point Lambo is making: You meet everyone in life twice. You meet them on your way up the ladder of life. You meet them again as you descend the ladder of life. Be very careful how you treat them on your way up. Because, as shure as eggs are eggs you will meet them on your way down. Om And this is what happened next.

For the previous episode click here. Angel Joughin-Coppin Sitas first Angel is on her way.   I am a natural healer, who also studied Complimentary Holistic Therapies (CHT) since 1997 at colleges in London and Essex, seeking only the most expert tuition in the Holistic & Shamanic field, after completing a Zoology degree, at Imperial, London, learning the Physiology & Anatomy of all life. My aim is to give each client the personal help/healing that they require with my upmost ability in a space where they feel at peace, safe and secure.  My Holistic treatments, induce a state of relaxation as well as an experience of peacefulness. She is talking to Sita right now to devise a plan. Virtual Private Network seeking signals. Hang on their Lambo She makes contact, click to find out.

For the previous episode click here. Phone & Computer seized. Lambo managed to get this message out as part of his 'one call' stuff to home. 'Hi all, Sainthood awaits our  arisen   Sita,  if she pulls this one off!  Ram Ram Sita '. What happens next here.

For the previous blog click here. First a parable. The blind man and the Scorpion. The recent flooding has caused chaos.  The blind man, all ready shaking being next to a Scorpion, was trapped, they were the wrong side of the expanding river, bridge taken out and the river needs crossing or they both will die. The Scorpion says to the blind man, I will climb onto your head and guide us through the shallow waters to safety'. The blind man realises its his only chance of survival so agrees. Off they go, left, right, the blind man up-to his waist in water.  They make it, they are saved. At this point the Scorpion stings the man.  As he lay dying he asked the Scorpion why?  The response. 'I'm a Scorpion and that's what Scorpions do' . Firstly mum, my dad was a Viking and that's what Vikings did. Viking sperm is the most expensive on the planet.  Your Granddaughter and her wife spent over £30,000 to give you three Viking Great Grandchildren. Ye m

For the previous episode click here. Smell: the shutting down of the dying person's system and the changes of the metabolism from the breath and skin and body fluids create a distinctive acetone odour that is similar to the smell of nail polish remover. If a person is dying from bowel or stomach cancer, the smell can sometimes be pungent and unpleasant. [Google search] I have lived with this 'Perfume' for so long I spent Thursday night in our marital bed surrounded by it. Just yummy. Last night I was sat here literally shaking, head spinning. At a total loss as to how 'flowers from London' can be used to control folk.  And the next bit is as true as me sitting here. The smell! The fucking smell is all around me. I've bathed, washed, clean clothes.  What the fuck is going on?  Take my socks off, no smell.  Scratch my balls, no smell. The smell is so intense. It fills the space. Even Lambo thinks its a bit hippy dippy.  Friend in need not even turned up ye

For my previous blog click here. First, we have to go back in time. Two days before Sita departs, it goes like this. Mum calls, 'Son, we are there for you, whenever you need us, we will be there'.  Lovely, I have support. The night before Sheila departs.  I break down, sobbing on our bed, Sheilas hand comforts me. On Wednesday 26th at 2139, I email my mum, via dad and say. ' Yes,  this Sunday, even if she still here. I really do need someone  to cry on'. X 'I do need my mum and dad like never before'.  12 hours  later,  Sheila dies.  My Dad calls, ' Yes son we are there for you.  Would come now but, Sunday makes more sense, weather is improving'.  Fab, my mum and dad are going to give their little boy a cuddle. Om. I totally agree, my dad is 90! Friday morning, Postman Pat delivers my mum flowers, 'Love from all in London'. Like, what does that mean? Fuck, its the NLMM   It is ' hearsay evidence' but Dilys Tauz cou