Dear All,

Ding dong the wedding bells have rung!!!!
Yes I have married Denise.
It was a lovely Druid ceremony performed
at Stonehenge on the feast of the teathered
goat. The ceremony was conducted by the
first transexual priest the Reverand Gladys
Honeychild. It was just a small traditional
do, you know the kind of thing a toast in
lambs blood, the ritual sacrifice of a
hedgehog and the defiling of a young Ox.
Afterwards we formed a circle and chanted
for the Anti-Christ. It rained throughout
and a chapter of the Openshaw 'Death
Trip Dogs' Hells Angels turned up and
gang banged the best man.
So a good time was had by all.
The album is still at the photographers but
i'll send copies when they arrive

LOVE AND PEACE
BERNARD WILSON

P.S.....do you know anything good for
getting goats blood out of a cassock
(it was hired)

Dear Mr O'Reilly,

Denise's Mother passed away on thursday
please find enclosed her special spoons
(family legend has it that none other than
George Formby once ate jam off of one of
them). I hope you enjoy a good jig while
playing them

LOVE AND PEACE
BERNARD WILSON

P.S....Treat them kindly Mr O'reilly, as
Denise packed them she wept. One time
when she was seven she drank (for a
dare) a sip of her step-fathers home
brew and he took the belt to her and
then made her drink three pints of it
before locking her in a boiler cupboard.
It was there that her Mother found her
dehydrated and near to death. Denise
remembers waking up in hospital and
her Mother was there crying and
playin 'Dearest Daughter Mine' on her
spoons. And Denise's Mam never
trusted another man near her daughter
after that. She actually made me sleep
in an outside toilet when i was first
courting Denise. So nothin but memories
and some not so pleasent ones at that,
assotiated with those old faded spoons.
So enjoy
But hey chin up, i'll miss that old girl,
she had guts.