Back in the days of yore when magic abounded in the land, when all was shrouded in the mists of ageless mystery and the world yearned for a saviour, a Jedi of mythical potential stepped forth.
‘What the hell am I doing here?’
He proclaimed, blinking in the bright lights.
There in the fantasy swirling fogs of befuddlement on the Costa del Humber the lone knight strode forth with knees slightly tremulous and girded the fabled dispeller of silence to his chest.
In voice clear and fragile he further bewildered a huge mob who had assembled to ask why with his bending, flickering fingers, vocal pronunciations and assemblage of phonetics.
A roar went up for on that knight, despite lack of manger, a new hope was sprung forth to save us from the gloom of corporate control.
Our reluctant hero had suffered his first exposure to the harsh world outside and taken the first teetering steps of a long journey in search of a grail that was ever found. Every journey begins with a first step, it was always thus, and this was it.
Many a poor fool lays abed at night chastising themselves for missing such adventure. They hold their manhood, or womanhood, cheap and cry lackaday, for they were not there then, neither can they recreate the magic of such an incarnation, for the egg only hatches once.
Yet of those stout fellows who assembled on that battlefield of yore, a handful still live to tell the tale, a tale that grows ever longer in the telling and is adorned and embellished with yet more wondrous acts of valour and endeavour.
And on this morrow they once more assembled to pay homage and were captured in Merlin’s pixels for all time. These are but a handful of the many who exulted on that memorial day. Yet they are strong, firm and resolute (If a little greyer and more wrinkly) and hold forth for many a battle more.
The Jedi still stands tall and mighty and dispenses spells to audiences. His troupe still breathe the firmament and stride in his wake to guide the beast that is termed train, strain the melody and deign to gather the phrases.
Who knows what the future holds for they too are shrouded in mystery.
In brief – the picture is Opher, Tim, Nick and Karl. We were there at that first gig in Hull. Eddy and Rich were also here but eluded us for the photo. Not to worry.
For wondrous are the ways of the world and there are many worms still to vanquish, beasts to battle and epic odysseys to be carried on. Without such embattlement the forces of evil will swamp us all and steal our souls.
I leave you with a call to arms – rise up all who can still dream and slay the beast that is mammon (metaphorically) so that we may have life unfettered and a world to live it in!!
Brill! Eulogy from the days of yore cleverly intermixed metaphorically! Tks! x
Real pleasure! Thanks.