Dear All,

I have just visited Gypsy Rose Kyle on
Blackpool Golden Mile and she read me palm
(she's done all the top stars Norman Vaughn,
Freddie Garrity, Ralph Milne....you name
'em she's done 'em).
And apparently I am to father a love child to
a Housing Team Leader, have a singing
carear culminating in a gay affair with Syd
Little and have a minor operation on my
left knee.
'Good heavens' i said 'Will i still be able to
do Knees Up Mother Brown at Butlins?
Thankfully yes.

LOVE AND PEACE
BERNARD WILSON

P.S. Gypsy Rose said that i would be
offered a job in the third world.
'Oh' i said 'that'll be in the cake shop
on Beswick precinct'.

DEAR HOUSING DEPARTMENT,

WE THE UNPOPULAR FRONT FOR THE LIBERTION OF
MONSALL BUT FUCK HARPURHEY WHAT HAVE THEY
EVER DONE FOR US, HAVE YOUR BERNARD WILSON.
THE PROMISE OF A GOOD WEED AND FOUR CANS
OF STELLA LURED HIM TO OUR SECRET HIDEOUT
ON TOP OF 'TAN AN TONE' ON QUEENS ROAD.
FOR THE SAFE RETURN OF THE ENDEARING
LOVEABLE RUNNING DOG OF THE CAPITALISTIC
PARASYTIC MAGGOTS THAT FEED ON THE ROTTING
UNDER BELLY OF A DECAYING SOCIETY OUR
DEMANDS MUST BE MET.
THEY ARE THREE IN NUMBER.

1) THE ABOLITION OF BRUSELL SPROUTS
2) A CASE OF WHITE LIGHTENING AND A SLEAVE
OF SUPERKINGS
3) THE RECLASSIFICATION OF MY COUSIN ROY
AS A POLITICAL PRISONER (he did rob the
Conservative club after all).

ALL POWER FROM THE
BARRELL OF A GUN

US