On Swanning Night came wandering home A loose-chinned man, parched and alone Rest - he take it; thirst - he slake it And gnawed the cheese down to the bone Wondered I what jiggered him so,

When I set out for Lyonnesse, A hundred miles away, The rime was on the spray, And starlight lit my lonesomeness When I set out for Lyonnesse A hundred miles away.

We’d sailed for years in outer Space To promulgate the Human Race Then landed on the planet Drug Whence encountered the Cymraeg Slug This Welsh-speaking abomination

Serial following the lives of two truckers in the early 1970's

One girl, one prophecy.... the world dangeling on her one choice. life or death? death or life? Faith must decide.

Chapter 1--The Transfer and The Experiment

Poetic humour. A differing perspective of the catwalk and art.