I seem to have a curious creature which resides within me, and he only makes his presence known now and then, but when he does, oh by jingo does he.

Furious spirals of wurling jergos and jingos, some kind of cave man within shows his self, I change and become somebody else, almost like being under the influence of that bad purple calpol slime from Ghostbusters 2…but alas Egon is not around to save the day, we’ll need something more powerful than that.

I have the answer.

Bloody big bells. I know mentioning Mike Oldfield and you probably only think of tubular bells 1 and the damn bloody exorcist ……. but theres something far superior about his third bells that can destroy any monster.

Whilst writing tubular bells 3 mr oldfield was having some troubles of his own and it shows in this dark masterpiece of wind, rain, drums and bells. When it reaches its dramatic climax it seems like he has conquered his monsters, fighting them away, forcing them out, out into the rain. And then gives them a reet good bashing with some bloody big bells.

Im not really a fan of loud music for the sake of it, but this has to be played loud, it has to hurt to bring those inner nasties out, like a facemask of the soul.

Heres a youtube of the climax:

Another lovely bit

That man can move his blinkin finger:

Next time an inner nasty takes hold, I do you hope try the bells, once in your soul they never leave.

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Whilst I’m here rather late rambling about the fine Mike Oldfield, Ill give a pre ramble on his forthcoming fully orchestral project ‘Music of the spheres’ which looks fascinating!

I sat there, crammed in with the rest of the over perfumed holiday goers upon my boeing 737 (I say my, as one day i will own it, rip out the insides and replace with a field)

We started to Taxi out onto the runway, the speaker system had a kylie minogue CD on, the air started to get warm as the various perfumes and sweats started to mix...”i just cant get you out of my head…” …Yep there we are, somebody opens a packed of bloody boiled sweets and begins sucking away loudly,“Boy your loving is all I think about”… the air now joined by one more sickly sweet smell…I start to raise out of my body and look down on myself sat amongst all this, ever so slightly worried that I’m turning into Hannibal Lector with my distaste for the rude (minus the cannibalism (as of yet) ) ..“I just can’t get you out of my head”

Then I went on Holiday.

Then I came back (the same cd playing on the plane)

Then I saw these today which are rather nice arent they!

Misty, musty and moody, nothing crisp, nothing real or certain. Feels like we are watching these things happen and we shouldn’t be due to the restraining orders. Peeking through pin holes into these people’s world

Ive always wanted to have a serious bash at pinhole photography, i seem to remember somebody making a pinhole wheelybin camera?

Such a contrast from kylie, boiled sweets and perfume, these are full of fresh air, I see them in a lovely cosey room, roaring fire, candles, glass of red wine, scrabble on the table.

The artist is Ken Rosenthal, the name sounds so familiar at the moment although i cant remember why at the moment! See many more here:

Im a little so tired so not sure if ive spelled hypnotic right, yes it think its fine…after mistaking the smash container for sugar this morning i ended up with potato tastic coffee, one of those odd days of sleep deprovation, which brings me to this piece of sleep depro hypnotic intocicating yummyness (yes spell police)

Ill show you then you can decide if you want to read on whilst listening..and do just listen as the video seems to have slipped into young keneths youth bin - although i like the wallpaper - but chintzy wallpaper is very overdone these days?

Lovely unexpected chord changes, sending me all over the place, wurling and burling, swirling and murbling all over, it just sucks you in, and twists you and turns you, and then like the coffee, you must have another

..and another

do give it a wurl, Ill leave my ramble here today