HampshireWood

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Taking time to view the grey towers of Aldershot in the cold light of dawn, I was impressed upon by a shining 42 inch plasma TV showing a long lost episode of Eastenders, whereupon, I immediately fell to my knees and thanked that in which I did not believe, that this had come to pass..
"Arise my son", came a booming voice (in 5.2 surround sound I'll have you know), and a beatific figure came upon the 42 inch plasma, (although I couldn't help noticing that the viewing angle was none too good on this model)..
"You are hereby entrusted with the task of persuading all who may come to pass into MY realm..And if they resist ME, you must show to them, this lost episode of Eastenders, and thus, they shall become transfixed and magiked into MY dimension, so that I may do as I please, to their hearts and minds, and make them trust in ME, to oversee their lives in the most fitting manner in which I see errrrrrrrrr....FIT"....
And so, I began my perilous quest to win their hearts and minds, and yet as i skipped gleefully along the road to my (and perhaps their own) enlightenment, there was I discovered one DIRE problem to overcome..
"OH NO"!!!!, the peasants took heart with their ROAR of dissaproval, and my head was bowed with the power and sheer insanity of their cry.."
"WE cant watch Eastenders...it truly is CRAP!!"
My faith in human nature became in some small way restored..
Alas, my quest was consumed, and as I trod my most despondent path to where I was first poleaxed by my magnificent vision, I began to let my mind trickle, and tinkle like a small silvery brook, all the way down the side of the (many) mountains and into a luscious green glade, where I discovered a multi hued rainbow which arced and spun and shone, up and up and up into the distance.. And as I climbed upon said rainbow, and I surged into the heavens, and beyond to the outer realms of intergalactic space and time, I finally began to accelerate downwards and onwards and back towards the land of my birth and freedom, where I was gently and tenderly allowed to alight from my woundrous ride and whilst still stunned with amazement and disbelief, I happened to glance down at my feet, and there, I cast my eyes upon a large garish tome, strangely entitled, "Harry Potter and his CROCK of shite at the end of the rainbow."
Then, did I TRULY, begin to understand....
Love Carlos..