Monday, 19 May 2008

More, expanded info...

... at BTB, appended to our latest article. (Your feedback welcome.) By the way, if anybody can tell me which of Britney's videos the scenes from 02.27 to 02.45 of the video below is taken from, I would be grateful. Filmed especially for this 'Comeback' trailer?

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Sunday, 18 May 2008

'Goths and pagans are reinventing morris dancing...'

'Morris dancing is a joke, isn't it, with a hey nonny no? Beardy men with beer bellies prancing about in white stockings, waving hankies? Very twee. But try telling that to the men and women of Hunters Moon, here by the Sussex coast looking like the devilish spawn of Hell's Angels and medieval mummers. They are part of a secret revolution in morris dancing, transforming the most easily lampooned of English eccentricities. Fresh rivalries are emerging, as younger men and women reinvent "the morris" in startling ways – including, as we discover during a mad dash around southern England on May Day, the world's first Gothic morris troupe – or "side".'

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Friday, 9 May 2008

Robbie Williams...

... has given another interview in which he discusses his deep interest in the paranormal and extra-terrestrial intelligence. Having spent some days hanging out with the Grand Old Man of Conspiracy in Los Angeles, as reported here last year, I wonder whether Robbie may now be considering 'doing an Icke' himself: jettisoning an extremely successful career for a less glitzy, but arguably more rewarding, existence as a full-time researcher. Post-Icke, such a move would raise fewer eyebrows than in 1985. In that sense, Icke made it OK for celebrities to be a little bit 'mad'.

The carbon-test of his commitment, I suppose, will be his willingness (or otherwise) to engage with edgier material, like the extra-terrestrial cover-up. There are a couple of promising signs: the desconstructionist beard, the expanding waist-line. It would have to be in America, of course; because any convention that Robbie attempted to crash in Britain or Europe would be reduced to screaming bedlam. But intuitively, I sense that Steamboat Robbie may simply be too massive a vessel to turn around now; contractually, and spiritually, he is too indebted to the entertainment industry- and his army of fans- to remain apart for it for very long.

Where is Robbie Williams?

'Robbie’s new passion, or some would say obsession, is UFOs and alien abductions. He’s travelled across America to UFO conventions, spoken with abductees and scientists, and he owns hundreds of books and DVDs on the subject. And now, according to reports, he is considering spending £2.5 million on an observatory of his own in the desert outside Los Angeles.

Rob went public about his new interest when he teamed up with journalist Jon Ronson to make a Radio 4 documentary on their experiences at a UFO convention. In Journey to the Other Side, the pair travel to Nevada to hear testimonies of alien abductions and perhaps witness a paranormal event or two.

Robbie also revealed that he’s seen UFOs a few times himself – once as a child, then again while lying on a sun-lounger in LA, and more recently while listening to a song he’s written about alien contact, called Arizona. “A big ball of gold light turned up,” he said. “We thought it was Venus or Mars, but when the track stops playing, it disappears. When Arizona was turned back on again, the ball came back and it happened four times.”

During a recent radio interview alongside Joss Stone, Robbie also admitted he sometimes contemplates quitting music altogether and make a career out of his new obsession. “Seriously, I want to go out and investigate UFOs. I’m stopping being a pop star; I want to be a fulltime ufologist.”

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Thursday, 8 May 2008

The latest media MONARCH...

...signals her allegiance. Attention, Texe Marrs!

Monday, 5 May 2008

'The Sad World of Gazza...'

In a breathtaking piece of chequebook journalism, The Mirror, in February, sought to identify the 'string of nameless demons' invading the sanity of Paul Gascoigne: the fallen footballer, currently being held under the Mental Health Act in London. This was in the immediate wake of his (first) public meltdown: which followed an outbreak of typically strange behaviour in County Durham. It was the headline- 'He thought aliens were coming for him'- which grabbed my attention: a running theme on this blog since at least as long ago as Britney Spears had her Lupercalia moment in 2007. (I am presently updating and rewriting that series, by the way.)

She, too, was much exercised by aliens, according to a leaked video that preceded her head-shaving stunt; as is one Robbie Williams: an equally-troubled pop star turned Ufologist. (See Ellis Taylor's headlines for more on this.) We also looked at the case of Darren Liddle, the City insurance broker, who jumped to his death from the Park Lane Metropole after a cocaine binge, convinced that he was being targeted by vigiliantes. And the even stranger tale of Alberto Izaga: a wealthy businessman who killed his daughter during a 'missing time' episode in his Westminster apartment, shortly after viewing the conspiracy-themed movie Bug, directed by Bill 'The Exorcist' Friedkin. In all of these cases, the 'victim'- assisted by massive chemical consumption or imbalance- becomes convinced of the imminence of malevolent forces: a conviction which this author, for obvious reasons, is in partial sympathy.

The story of Izaga, in particular, seems to compliment another subject we have explored here: the drastic, and at times, downright disturbing alterations to the personality which can result from head injury or other debilitating conditions. Judging by the hapless Gascoigne, it seems serious addiction is capable of engineering similar results. According to Melanie Reid in The Times, alcohol related brain damage 'is characterised by volatile behaviour, short-term memory loss, failure of reasoning power, inability to store information or monitor repetitious talk and inability to take control of one's life.' Sobering sentiments. Regardless of how they are reached, however- and the occasionally tragic consequences can result- might there be substance to these paranoid revelations? A glimpse of a deeper, more terrifying reality that exists just outside the limits of ordinary perception?

We recall the very strange case of Theresa Duncan and Jeremy Blake, whose apparent suicides received heavy coverage on the internet, who maintained that they were the victims of a campaign of psychological harrassment by Scientologists. Izaga, just before murdering his daughter, was convinced that he and his colleagues on the board of Swiss Re were part of a global conspiracy led by the Jesuits. Branislav Kostic was a pharmaceutical mogul, whose gift of £12 million to the UK Conservative Party, was predicated on the assumption that only Margaret Thatcher could save the world from the grip of the 'satans' that had taken control of the planet. (The donation was returned only after a High Court judge ruled that Kostic lacked 'testamentary capacity' at the time the will was drawn up.) And Gascoigne, no less spectacular in his own way, requested that his girlfriend only ever caress him with her left hand, lest 'the aliens would come and get us if we didn't use just our left hands.' It was, she says, 'totally bizarre.'

Persuading me that Gazza's problems are not merely 'all in the mind' are the intimations of a higher conspiracy ('the fingerprints of the gods') discernible to the seasoned occult investigator. The events in February took place in the ominously-titled Malmaison Hotel in Newcastle: something of a Fortean codeword, akin to the infamous 'Saint-Germain' and 'Lafayette.' (Heath Ledger, a man well-known to the synchrosphere, died in his apartment on Broome Street, Lower Manhattan: between Crosby and Lafayette. A few days later, in a bizarre demonstration of the copycat effect, a 16 year-old from California was arrested at Nashville International Airport, suspected of planning to crash an airliner into the Lafayette Cajundrome in Lafayette, Louisiana- the home state of one Britney Jean Spears. Oddly, the rumoured target of the alleged plot was Britney's co-regent, the latest 'cereal sacrifice': Hannah Montana, aka Miley Ray Cyrus, aka Destiny Hope.)

Malmaison has a less well-known pedigree: but watch this space, as I suspect this will not be the last you hear of it. Mal: bad. Maison: house. Ergo malmaison: bad (or sick) house. Not only another MM, of course, but a good reason for Gascoigne's perpetually haunted expression. The spectrally-heavy Hampton Court Palace is another sick house; betraying its reptilian energies is the twinning of its neighbourhood with Rueil-Malmaison in Paris, the former home of the first wife of Napoleon. As a psychopomp, particularly at dusk, it can hardly be beaten: as Mary Caine clearly understood, for whom the deathly edifice forms the central star of her Kingston Zodiac. But dispossessed souls like Gascoigne would be advised to read the warnings and steer clear. Its labyrinth- that monument to Hypnos and confusion- carries the same cautionary charge.

Reflexively drawn to these ghoulish mansions, Gascoigne's latest eruption struck at an even timelier venue: the Millenium Hotel in Knightsbridge. (The year 2000-commonly, though falsely, attributed as the start of the millenium, encodes MM in Roman numerals; one reason why our quest for Madeleine McCann, MM, back in the news again this week, drove us to Maritime Greenwich: the hub of Britain's errant celebrations eight years ago.) No mention of aliens this time; though the footballer did unconsciously emulate Britney Spears in other ways: dying his hair a puce shade of red before shaving it all off; and embarking on a coke and gin-fuelled suicide bid. (Bound, inevitably, to succeed.)

Goodnight Gazza... and thanks.

Sunday, 4 May 2008

Another Hollywood curse...

'The curse of 007 has struck again after a technician working on the latest Bond movie was stabbed with a steak knife in a domestic dispute. The 58-year-old man, who was working on Daniel Craig's second Bond film, Quantum Of Solace, was found lying unconscious in a pool of blood yesterday morning after a night out.

Police said he had been attacked by a woman in the bedroom of her house in Dornbirn, Austria. He is believed to have wrestled the knife from her and staggered into the street. He is now said to be recovering in hospital, according to Bond sources.

It is the third major mishap to befall the movie, prompting fears it may be jinxed.'

Tom Cruise's much-anticipated Valkyrie is also labouring under some very bad karma. The release date- initially planned for the auspicious 08/08/08- has been set back twice; and is not now due until Imbolc 2009 (coinciding with the President's Day public holiday in the United States.)

'Valkyrie, the true story of a German officer who tried to assassinate Hitler, has been hit by a number of setbacks during production. Eleven extras were injured when they fell off the back of a truck during shooting in Berlin last year.

The German government initially banned the production from shooting on location at the Berlin site where the Valkyrie plot was hatched and the conspirators executed. It later changed its mind after months of national debate that focused in part on Cruise's Scientology beliefs.

Some of the footage shot at the site was later damaged during processing, requiring re-shoots.'

This comes on the heels of Cruise's latest Oprah interview: three years after his acrobatics on the Black Pope's couch. On speculation about his daughter Suri being compared to 'Rosemary's baby', Cruise- instead of issuing a point blank denial- replied by saying that, whilst he expected things to be written about him, he expected journalists to show some restraint when dealing with his family. More at:

Friday, 2 May 2008

Et In Albion Elvis?

'Veteran rock star Tommy Steele has admitted he took Elvis Presley on a secret tour of London in 1958. For more than 50 years, Presley fans have believed the only time he ever set foot in the UK was during a stop-over at Prestwick Airport in March 1960.

But theatre producer Bill Kenwright revealed Steele's secret on Radio 2.

In a note passed to the Daily Mail, Steele said he "swore never to divulge publicly" what took place and he "regrets" that news leaked out. The 71-year-old, who is currently appearing in a production of Dr Dolittle in Woking, said: "I can only hope he [Presley] can forgive me.

"It was an event shared by two young men sharing the same love of their music and the same thrill of achieving something unimaginable."

Speaking to Radio 2 presenter Ken Bruce, Kenwright revealed Presley struck up a friendship with Steele after ringing him up. When the rock legend flew into London for a day, Steele apparently took him round the city, showing him famous landmarks such as the Houses of Parliament.'