A photo of Terry Paine! That hooked me from the beginning.
The wrinkled walnut that I call a brain still has some juices flowing. Perhaps our last, glorious, emancipating result unfroze them. I suddenly realised, like an extra from a cheap sci fi show, that I've been living in stasis for two decades. The mist that engulfed me has drifted away, the door has opened and I emerge into a bright new future where possibilities are endless. If I can just avoid the robot heading towards me with the rectal probe then life's about to be very rosy .....
Viva Richy and Gylfi and Carlo for unshackling us.
The perpetual slaves of mental inferiority; of not really believing we could; of fear and dread; the condemned man who's meekly led to the gallows with all fight and hope gone; the knowledge that it hurts like hell to take this pain all over again, but in a few days it'll dissipate to a dull inner scream.
Richy, Gylfi and Carlo ..... emancipation! Free! Free at last!
I had a dream, and it came true last week Rev King.
My eternal optimism was all bluff until we broke through the wall of red [Poor language removed] that inhibited our development and strangled our hopes. Well, that's [Poor language removed] dust now my friends. We're moving on and those bastards have our tyre marks all over them and the archeologists will be pouring over the remnants saying "A great empire did once stand here .."
History starts now. Get your pen Carlo.
The question now becomes, how long since the [Poor language removed] beat us?