Fucking hell, have I had a bad couple of days or what! ROFL Harris! Did you read my article about him that I wrote on the 12th? I now know what’s what there and let me tell you that it absofuckinglutely stinks. Worse still I can’t even fucking tell you about it yet – but I have seen the proof and I am absolutely fucking livid. My anger is aggravated all the more by me not being able to tell you the details… It goes against the grain, yet to do so would give TPTB the perfect excuse to make a move against this site and to be frank, Arris ain’t fucking worth it. Especially since what has gone on will be revealed in the press at a later date… With their abhorrent “fuck all to see here” spin put on it of course. And with that in mind, it is hardly fucking surprising that the daft cunt the sick paedophile is married to has a face permanently akin to that of a happy Syd Barrett on acid… Which is actually quite topical to the article that I am going to discuss in a moment.
And, on top of that shit situation? Well, come 11AM this morning after I had been up all night working on the Rigby article of which I had just spent around 4 or 5 hours putting together a very complicated sequence of photos – one of which I had photoshopped for a giggle, another that had measurements that I had spent a long time working out and adding to the photo and the other 10 or so snaps that I had patiently written a long explanation under each one describing what was taking place and how the photos related to each other – my darling daughter only managed to switch all of our electric off – an unintentioned mistake that could have been avoided had she waited 5 or 10 minutes for me to see to the problem. Four or five hours that I had sat up all fucking night for and in which I had stretched my fucking brain to the limit, wiped out with the flick of a fucking switch… But I am calm and when I have finished writing this, I shall go and re-do the task. Course, it goes without saying that having to re-do the photo sequence will painfully grate on my nerves for the duration of the task. And to cap it all, I had to break off work in the very early hours of this morning after Benton took himself off out into the back garden where the heavy rain must have caused him to go on a mad one. Bentons ‘mad ones’ consist of him blindly running at a speed far too great for his young body to control, whilst either sprinting the length and back of a room, a half dozen times or so – or doing the same for the length of the garden. Course, there is a large bald area in the garden where I buried Jasper which now consists mainly of raked over clay mixed with an inadequate amount of top soil. Anyway, this area must have been very slippery with the past few days heavy rain and Benton in his uncoordinated mad run must have slipped on it resulting in one side of him being caked to fuck in a muddy mess. Now, being engrossed in my work I wasn’t even aware that he had gone out, but unless the rain was torrential he must have been outside for a good few minutes because he was fucking soaked. Moreover, whether or not he felt silly having obviously slipped over: I really couldn’t say, but as he re-entered the living room via the dog flap in the back door, he felt the need to carry on his mad one by leaping from one sofa onto the other using the pouffe as a stepping stone in between. Needless to say, the little sod had to have his first bath, and the furniture had to have similar, both of which obviously did wonders for my concentration once I resumed work. This all followed a long frustrating day yesterday which saw me looking after a right whingey Clayton whilst Stacey was at college. You see, despite him being absolutely fucked he refused to sleep meaning that I got nothing done throughout yesterdays day time. Safe to say then, that the only member of this household that I am speaking to at the moment is Jess… I fucking love Jess. And the theme to the websites is still not fixed… Just to keep that invisible, orrible little cunt of a fella busy, booting the back of my rather stiff neck. Anyway, enough of my woes. Now, I found the following article which dates back to November 13th 2013, the other day whilst looking for some information on Freddie ‘lets all feel sorry for me’ Starr. The article is about a 72 year old musician called Roy Harper whom despite having released over 30 albums and singing the lead vocals on Pink Floyd’s ‘Have a cigar‘, I have still never fucking heard of him. Moreover, the old cunt has performed with Pink Floyd loads of times – the Syd Barrett connection see – and Led Zeppelin even wrote a fucking song about him.
PHOTO: Say no more Well, unbeknownst to me the nonce cunt Harper was charged last November with sexually abusing a 12 year old girl, dating back to the early 1970′s. Course, despite never having heard of Harper having now seen some of his photos and taking into account his close relationship with Led Zeppelin’s Jimmy Page & Robert Plant, I can’t say that I’m at all fucking surprised.
Led Zeppelin front man Jimmy Page, hero to millions, had an on – off 18 month affair with Child Model Lori Maddox in 1972. According to the website drownedinsound.com. Maddox “had already been had by David Bowie”…. Hmmm.
Hmmm indeed. And then there is this from my article “Sutch as it is” which deals in part with Paul McCartney and Jimmy Page’s obsession with the infamous Aleister Crowley:
Crowley was a smack addicted, bi-sexual paedophile who was a freemason and master of the occult, specialising in satanic child sacrifice.
Or put another way, a proper sick cunt.
Crowley features on the Beatles Sergeant Pepper album cover as well as one of Led Zeppelins.
Now, not many people know how Crowley came to have this honour bestowed on him.
However, the answer lies in a chapter omitted from ‘Spanish’ Robert Sanchez’s book, ‘Up and down with the Rolling Stones’ which was too ‘explosive’ to print.
In the 1960’s, Sanchez was drug dealer and friend to the crème de la crème of British rock stars, including Keith Richards & John Lennon.
The following segment is taken from that omitted chapter:
Robert (Fraser)had become friends with the American film-maker and occultist, Kenneth Anger. Indeed, Fraser often arranged viewings of Anger’s films at his flat.
Anger had introduced both Robert and Paul (McCartney) to the works of his great hero, Aleister Crowley, the famous English occultist.
Anger, through his long time involvement with the occult had been initiated into a secret organisation of Crowley’s, known as the OTO, or Ordo Templi Orientis, or Order of the Temple of the East .
This involvement in something so secretive and seemingly dangerous appealed hugely to not just Robert but also to Paul, Mick Jagger and Keith Richards as well as Marianne Faithfull and Anita Pallenberg.
Accordingly, Anger, smelling like so many others the financial possibilities that the Beatles and the Stones could bring, was only too happy to initiate them all into Crowley’s club.
McCartney and the Stones lapped it all up, whether it was the promise of obtaining secret knowledge, the opportunity to become greater lovers or simply the involvement in something so ‘naughty’, they all, to a greater or lesser extent, would be shaped by the occult for quite some time.
For the Beatles it was only really McCartney for whom this had any appeal.
John, though interested in religion, only really worshipped himself and drugs at this stage. George Harrison was too involved in Eastern mysticism and Ringo was just too down to earth to get caught up.
For Paul and Robert, the involvement became overwhelming and accordingly they just could not resist inserting references to it in the album sleeve.
Aside from the obvious inclusion of Crowley as one of their ‘heroes’, there are numerous references to freemasonry as well as hidden messages.
Robert intended it to be a treasure map of clues for those who already had the knowledge to decipher. It was a statement to those in the know that said ‘we know what you know’. Source
Amongst the other sixty or so people who appear on the cover of Sgt Pepper are Aldous Huxley, Carl Jung, Oscar Wilde, T.E Lawrence, and Lewis Carroll.
The album cover itself was designed by the notorious Peter Blake, very good friend to paedophile artist Graham Ovenden, who has just been sentenced to two years in prison for his nonce crimes.
Remember! Birds of a feather, so don’t discount those rumours about ‘Macca’ as not being true either… Just saying.
Led Zeppelins guitarist Jimmy Page was also “infatuated” with Crowley and following in his heroes footsteps embarked on a relationship with 14 year old Lori Maddox.
The following is from the Independent:
Lori Maddox, who relates in Hammer how Richard Cole kidnapped her on Page’s orders and brought her to the Riot House claims she fell in love with Page almost immediately.
She also tells how she had to be locked up, albeit willingly, most of the time so that word of this illegal relationship statutory rape could not get out. Source
Now, [the Who manager] Kit Lamberts, father was sufficiently well off to be able to send Lambert junior to Oxford University… Where the Cunt Cameron could tell you all about how the older students used to enjoy buggering the younger boys.
Lambert is also credited with discovering The Who, who were known as the High Numbers at the time.
Whilst describing the group to his partner Stamp, he told him that their show was the nearest thing to a black mass that he had ever seen.
Lambert and Stamp would later sign The Who to Stigwood’s newly formed record label.
In turn, Stigwood produced The film version of The Who’s rock opera ‘Tommy’, which of course featured The Who drummer Keith Moon as ‘Uncle Ernie’, the paedophile who – whilst supposedly babysitting – sexually abuses the blind, deaf and dumb kid Tommy.
Paedophiles abusing disabled children?
Didn’t Jimmy Savile do that?
And, don’t forget that ‘Tommy’ was of course written by The Who’s’ guitarist Pete Townshend who was arrested for viewing child porn, paid for with his credit card.
The following is from the Daily Mail:
He insisted at the time that he had simply been conducting ‘research’ when he paid £7 with his credit card in 1999 to access a website bearing the message ‘click here for child porn’.
Despite his denials of harbouring depraved desires, he accepted a police caution, and was duly placed on the sex offenders’ register for five years. Source
Okay, let’s get back to that ‘UK Paedo’s-exposed’ article where we were at the part where The Beatles manager Brian Epstein was mugging off Robert Stigwood whom had just merged his company with Epstein’s NEMS Company thinking that The Beatles were part of the package:
The deal was therefore re-arranged to exclude the Beatles as they had been so incensed by the proposal.
However, Brian’s problems were only mounting. He had previously met the Kray twins in a gay club in London and now they were putting the squeeze on him after they had discovered his affair with Dizz Gillespie.
Dizz Gillespie is not to be confused with the legendary Jazz Trumpeter, Dizzy Gillespie.
The following is what The Beatles fan website ‘Hey Dullblog’ have to say about Dizz Gillespie who has also been described as ‘malignant’:
Epstein paid Gillespie’s debts and provided him with drugs. Sometimes they did drugs together. “More often than not these drugged, drunken nights ended in some sort of unhappy confrontation,” Brown wrote. “They ran from simple arguments to all-out fistfights, which included breaking vases and mirrors. One night, unhappy with Brian’s largesse, Dizz worked himself into a rage. When Brian ordered him out of the house, Dizz raced to the kitchen, grabbed the largest knife he could find, and held it to Brian’s jugular vein while extracting an additional sum of money from Brian’s wallet.” Read More
Now, although Gillespie is relatively unimportant to this article, it is worth noting that as the above segment continues, it is alleged that Gillespie was also blackmailing Epstein after he stole a briefcase belonging to The Beatles manager.
The briefcase is alleged to have contained photos of Epstein and his ‘young’ male conquests indulging in various sexual practices.
And whilst not wanting to dwell on stories that I have covered in the past, I do find it hard to believe that The Beatles were not aware of Epstein’s paedophilia… Or Jimmy Saviles for that matter despite their close association with him in the early to mid 1960’s.
So, with that in mind, I can’t say that I was surprised to see the following photo of the nonce Harper in the Chimp article below.
And whilst we are connecting dots, with the above references to Peter Townshend I found this entry on Harpers Wikipedia page quite enlightening: His influence has been acknowledged by many musicians including Jimmy Page and Robert Plant of Led Zeppelin, who named the song “Hats Off to (Roy) Harper” after him, Pete Townshend of the Who, Kate Bush, Pink Floyd, who agreed for him to sing guest lead vocals on their song “Have a Cigar”, and Ian Anderson of Jethro Tull, who stated Harper was his “…primary influence as an acoustic guitarist and songwriter.” Neil McCormick of The Daily Telegraph has described him as “one of Britain’s most complex and eloquent lyricists and genuinely original songwriters. Course, if you read the dirty cunts Wikipedia page, it reads like a veritable who’s who of rock music. Never the less, his arrest and subsequent charges have been very downplayed. Indeed, Harper appeared in court on April 11th 2014 which only appears to have been reported on in a local rag called the Hereford Times: Folk singer Roy Harper has had the date of his plea hearing at Worcester Crown Court put back until next month. The 72-year-old faces nine charges, including two counts of having unlawful sexual intercourse with a girl aged under 13 dating back to the 1970s when he lived in Herefordshire. Harper, now of Rossmore, Republic of Ireland, was due to appear at court on April 11 but the date has been changed to May 2. A trial date has been scheduled for August. Source And that is the entire article. Quite surprising really given his status and the crimes that he is charged with. Again, the following is from Wikipedia: On 15 November 2013, Harper was charged with two counts of having unlawful sexual intercourse, three charges of indecent assault and four of gross indecency relating to a girl aged under 13 between 1975 and 1977. In response, Harper posted on his Facebook page and Twitter feed that he “vigorously denies the allegations that have been made against him and looks forward to clearing his name”. He appeared before Hereford Magistrates’ Court on 18 November 2013, was granted unconditional bail and a preliminary hearing date was set for 2 December 2013 at Worcester Crown Court. At the hearing, which Harper was not required to attend, a plea hearing date was set for 24 March 2014 and a trial date was set for August 2014. The plea hearing was later put back to 2 May 2014
Hmmm… Vile cunt! Finally, I can’t say that I was surprised to read about the details of Harpers last concert in the Chimp article below. And if you read my last article, you will know why I wasn’t surprised: He has continued to perform since the claims emerged, playing sold out shows in London, Manchester and BRISTOL last month. I actually did the Chimp a favour there and corrected the useless propaganda shit rags mistake… Just sayin.
Singer-songwriter, 72, who performed with Pink Floyd and Led Zeppelin to be charged with sexually abusing 12-year-old girl
Roy Harper faces nine charges of indecent assault and gross indecency
Veteran musician will appear at Hereford Magistrates’ Court on Monday