Opening Salvo.

I am the one that, rockmother.com told onme, how I'd taken my magickmarka to bottles and packs of "Dr" gillian keiths tired old organic grinder produce &, oops! crossed out the Dr. bit. These pages will be a form of MAGAZINE, "GOODBYE" MAGAZINE in fact, featuring 'Doll'sHospital' where we give written mouth to mouth for those petals who, through no fault of their own - how could it be, they are without stain or blemish - have fallen into the coils of tabloidoblivion, cyberia, or what you will. It will be as if the guillotine had wonderfully reversed & moved on up just as it was to sever poor Marie Antoinette's pearlescent , swan like neck. For, we do believe in ascension over crucifixion, even though a jolly astute pruning promotes a wonder of renewal, though it only works on plants and very advanced Buddha's, mostly Tibetan. Nevertheless, it is the thought that really does count when attempts are made to divert great silted rivers of distracted zeitgeist. See how we go.
We will also be making comment of both sheer venom and unbounded, possibly, unfounded praise, [so what? I care?I'll praise what Iike when & how I like], some of it through the medium of editorial comment, some through the mouth's of some characters who live in the Mobius Loop townships of BarrattShire, centred on an old Cotswold stone village with a torrent running through it, the hamlet really, of STOKELY CARMICHAEL where, in and around live - and die most horribly - THE LURCHERS, an unusual [but true] story of country/newfie folk, like Lady Chattering-Klaus & Lee, her 'loover'.
The local rag, the B'ShireBlagger will supply nature notes, recommended food outlets, lonely hearts? [maybe]. GSOH will mean Great Supporter Of Hunting - or - Hedgefunds on the money pages, and we will deal in proper measures such as, rod,pole,perch, firkin, gill, magnum , severe, and so on. We will lash out at any ship of fools that sails under our murderous guns with a raking fire of ball, chain and bar shot, just like the Beefeaters at The Tower of London would dearly like to do
to that monstrous carbuncle across The Thames, where the Great Crested Newt spends our all.
There will be interesting classified ad's which will offer various articles of antique, vintage, classic & retro interest.
See y'all soon.