When we last left Maurice Kirk, the so-called “Flying Vet” who’d managed to get himself lost (twice) whilst flying the length of Africa as part of a Vintage Air Rally, he’d crash-landed in South Sudan. Rally organisers, fed up with his now-you-see-me/now-you-don’t shenanigans, had unceremoniously booted him out of the rally, but were continuing to…
In yesterday’s report on Alfred Lambremont Webre’s unfortunate marathon video panel discussion, we mentioned Busty McMascara, whose huge tracts of land seemed to fascinate Abe Christie (when he wasn’t texting his cannabis distribution network or reading aloud about manually stimulating the pineal gland).
Bronwyn Llewellyn is on another beetroot-juice-fuelled rampage, and as usual, she’s naming names.
All you Neelu-watchers out there will likely already know that she’s had a bee in her bonnet for some time now about a ‘missing social worker’ named Carol Woods. Lately, that bee has been buzzing ever louder, driving poor Neelu to distraction. Not that it was a long trip.
We’re often bemused by the degree of paranoia that Hoaxtead pushers seem to display: according to them, for example, this blog is run by some sort of top secret black-ops organisation…and/or by RD…and/or by ‘the Cult’…
Oh, that Charlotte. She can’t seem to live without the brilliant glare of the limelight, can she?
BULLETIN: In the Universe According to Neelu, the following message from Lord Ashtar has been channeled by Elizabeth Trutwin (whoever she might be):
