Pigs can fly

What a refreshing morning. Voices from the past blowing away dusty grey debris. Reminders of 'Pig Tea' and meetings of the counter culture revolutionaries under royal canopies!

Pig Tea?

"Pig get in the strainer. Pig get in the strainer. PIG get in the strainer! I must have my pig tea!"

or Pig Trap

"My shoe has caught a pig. My shoe has caught a pig. My shoe has caught a pig. I am a pig trap!"

I salute you Mr H..... Syd would be so proud. I know I am.

I love talking to Mr H and I always get a kick from talking to my old buddy, 'Brown'. Currently waiting to tell the world about his lifetime of adventure. Now that will be a good read...

I remember a story that Brown told me about him and Mr H in a flat in London, mid 60's.
It was the morning after a rather boisterous and heady night... Brown awoke to a veritable sea of naked bodies.. basically free love had prevailed and the drugs DID work! He stumbled bleary eyed toward the remnants of the kitchen for some mouth reviving H2O and realised that Mr H was missing. Brown was contemplating that his compadre had perhaps phased into non exsistence overnight when he spotted a nubile young lady spread naked in one corner of the room; Brown's eye was not drawn so much by this vision of beauty but more to the note sellotaped neatly to her head. Brown crept across the room to view the scrawl upon said note; taking care not to wake his 'human post it'. The scrawl read; "Brown. Gone to Manchester. Follow. Hawkins".

so Brown did exactly that. And so began the journey. Beat Uk. Of course.... Jack and Neal had a potential contender for their crown. More later. Follow!