Real glad to be back in London, and catcher up-

What the hell am I doing in Glastonbury ever? Seeing Close encounters of the Third kind, reminded me of those woolly hippies up there, making a heap big pow (P.O.W.) wow of me up there. Am I into bondage or what? Mmm, I just hate the scene. Is love really free? It doesn't rock my joint, just ouse poverty.

Give me peace on the farm any day. Lots of demolishin' going on around home to those battery chicken shed GREAT STUFF- activity and non stop vegan porn vs erotic caberet. There's no excuse for debauchery lost souls.

E I N S T U E Z E N love it, cleaning up the intensive farming scar on th planet, even if it means shitting in a bucket at the moment, getting paid for it too at the moment, so hope to get down to Brighton and fly.



Oldies forever baby