For Sale - God of Rock's Piano.

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Ha ha. they didn't believe me. It took about 4 hours to cut a hole in Pete's roof and crane this mother out. sailed it down to my house and now it stands under a plastic sheet in the garden. The cat has scraped the leg a bit but it's in good condition. If the God of Rock doesn't come up with the goods, it may well end up as fire wood for my mother. It's enough to keep her and her saw off it as it is.

Faith

Ladies and Gentlemen. Faith has contacted me. I'm afraid she misses me terribly. It was bound to happen.

Fate has dictated that we can no longer spend a night together, sewing "miracle" badges to our tunics. Just like a boy scout, apprentice vicars get badges for tasks completed. Faith and I would happly sew, badges such as: "turning wine into water";(accomplished by drinking the wine and pissing it out into large vats, "feeding 500 fishes" and "making a virgin pregnant" merit badges to our under-garments. Sadly, the miracle of, "finding a virgin anywhere in the Welsh valleys" was attempted but failed miserably.

Now, just like sister Faith's thighs at bedtime, we are far apart.

Thank you all for your kind comments about my knob and reasons for blindness. Now i am back in wet Wales, the blindness and knob rot seem like a God-given blessing. the birds here are mingers.

verily.

Tonight there's going to be a jailbreak...

Haha, my special flock of bloggers. I have escaped the hell hole. Many thanks to you all for your words of wisdom & encouragment; your food parcels; your sectret notes smuggled in and your magic props left under trees for my speedy escape. Non of them fucking worked, but thanks all the same. try harder next time, ay?

Now i am back in civilian life i have to have plenty of health check-ups to make sure it's only my mind that is diseased.

My first visit was to the optician. My eyesight has gone a bit fuzzy over the last couple of weeks so a full eye test was in order. Now i know i've been away for a while but i don't remember an eye test included checking for blisters on the palm of your hand. Apparantly, tis true that masturbation makes you go blind. By this time next week - the rate i'm going - i will need glasses like Roy Orbison, a white stick, a Labrador and i will have to glue bits of nose snot to my keyboard so i know which key is which. Currently, i'm thinking of going with a: one snot for q, up to 26 pieces of snot for the m key. I think i'll just guess where the numbers are. They are not so important.

Next week it's to the dentist for a cavity filling exercise (ooer) and the extraction of the microfilm pictures i took in the communal shower. Should keep ebay busy for a while.

I really need to go see the doctor, too but am a bit embarrassed (can never spell that word). Perhaps you all can help: Should my knob really be green?

Although the experience was harrowing, i have not lost Faith. Aw, sister Faith, i miss her already.