Left over from the Middle Ages. Clinging to existence in a spinney by the ring-road: the last of the woodwosen talks of God, life and abandoned sofas.
Thursday, 9 September 2010
Some kind of sorceress?
Look, I'm the kind of primeval wood-dwelling character that spends his life away from human kind, trying to live a quiet existence in peace.
So I know little of your homo sapiens telly.
But I suspect that if the Revd Terry Jones (namesake of Monty Python's naked organist - but definitely not the same person - and leader of the equally surreal Hicksville Church for Worldwide Hatred) knew that the BBC was showing prime-time sorcery such as shown in the image above, he'd be burning British television sets as well.
Or is it panto season again?
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