was huge and tickets were sold out on the first day
of sale indicating that the secret filming of the Diana refill
hadn’t left any lasting damage. For security reasons all tickets
were numbered and had names on them and entry was only granted
together with an ID card.
Then the big day arrived. Sycko
walked into the concert hall and looked around. Above the stage
hung a huge banner:
United Against Hate
Elsewhere there were balloons,
moons and sundry other decorations that gave the impression of a
carnival rather than a religious gathering. The brethren took their
places around the hall, in part to help the public and to maintain
order, and in part to act as security around the stage. Due to his
weeks and months of hard prayer practice Sycko was given the job of
sitting on stage and praying while the public was entering. He made
himself comfortable in the middle of the stage. There were ‘No
Smoking’ signs everywhere but Sycko conveniently overlooked these
and lit a fag. Soon the doors opened and the public began pouring
in. Smoke curled up from the stage and the brethren acting as
security around the stage chanted an inspiring holy song. They were
all dressed in the same black suit and tie with a white shirt but
only Jeremiah, who was still waiting backstage, wore a top hat.
Members of the audience could be forgiven for thinking that a lone
man sitting cross legged and smoking on stage with others in front
of him singing curious songs looked a bit like a hippie.
Then the show got under way.
Sycko happily retired from the stage and Master Jeremiah entered to
a rapturous applause looking resplendent in his frock and sacred
top hat.
“Ladies and gentlemen,
Dryvellers, dear guests,” Jeremiah said. It is the greatest
pleasure to have you all here with us tonight and I’m sure you’re
going to have a wonderful time, in every sense of the word
wonderful. We Dryvellers have long been peaceful and honest members
of our common society and there are many contributions we have made
and are still making that help us all. Sadly the hatred and
persecution against us in some countries has of late spilt over
into our own country. It gives me great pleasure to see so many of
you here today who value our common history and who are ready to
stand united against the haters. Without any more ado – let’s get
the show started. There was polite applause followed by the first
of a number of musical performances designed to entertain and draw
the audience in.
More than an hour later the main
part of the evening came. It was Jeremiah’s great surprise everyone
had been waiting for. Master Jeremiah came back on stage with a big
smile. “Glad to see you all having such a swell time. Now is the
time for members of the audience to ask me questions. Don’t be shy
folks, ask me anything you like.” He looked around and chose a man
in the third row. “The gentleman in the third row, no don’t tell
me… you’re Mike Watson, aren’t you.
The man looked surprised. “Yes,
but…”
“How did I know? Well, I
promised you all some miracles tonight and this is just the
beginning. Now Mike, what do you want to know?”
“Can you tell me the lottery
numbers for the next draw?”
There was laughter from the
audience.
“I could tell you, Mike, but is
that why the Lord speaks to me? Does He want me to spoil the fun
for millions of good folks who’ve bought tickets and give away the
result so others can have an unfair advantage? Would that be
honest? What do you think, Mike? Would God want this?”
“All right, all right, you got
me there,” Mike said to general laughter and sat down.
“Now then, folks, serious
questions please.” He pointed to a woman in a bright red dress.
“Ah, yes, let me see. You’re Alice Hopkins, aren’t you?”
She smiled. “Yes, that’s right.
Do you know why I’m here?”
Jeremiah tilted his head to one
side a little. A moment later he said “I believe you’re here
because of your
of sale indicating that the secret filming of the Diana refill
hadn’t left any lasting damage. For security reasons all tickets
were numbered and had names on them and entry was only granted
together with an ID card.
Then the big day arrived. Sycko
walked into the concert hall and looked around. Above the stage
hung a huge banner:
United Against Hate
Elsewhere there were balloons,
moons and sundry other decorations that gave the impression of a
carnival rather than a religious gathering. The brethren took their
places around the hall, in part to help the public and to maintain
order, and in part to act as security around the stage. Due to his
weeks and months of hard prayer practice Sycko was given the job of
sitting on stage and praying while the public was entering. He made
himself comfortable in the middle of the stage. There were ‘No
Smoking’ signs everywhere but Sycko conveniently overlooked these
and lit a fag. Soon the doors opened and the public began pouring
in. Smoke curled up from the stage and the brethren acting as
security around the stage chanted an inspiring holy song. They were
all dressed in the same black suit and tie with a white shirt but
only Jeremiah, who was still waiting backstage, wore a top hat.
Members of the audience could be forgiven for thinking that a lone
man sitting cross legged and smoking on stage with others in front
of him singing curious songs looked a bit like a hippie.
Then the show got under way.
Sycko happily retired from the stage and Master Jeremiah entered to
a rapturous applause looking resplendent in his frock and sacred
top hat.
“Ladies and gentlemen,
Dryvellers, dear guests,” Jeremiah said. It is the greatest
pleasure to have you all here with us tonight and I’m sure you’re
going to have a wonderful time, in every sense of the word
wonderful. We Dryvellers have long been peaceful and honest members
of our common society and there are many contributions we have made
and are still making that help us all. Sadly the hatred and
persecution against us in some countries has of late spilt over
into our own country. It gives me great pleasure to see so many of
you here today who value our common history and who are ready to
stand united against the haters. Without any more ado – let’s get
the show started. There was polite applause followed by the first
of a number of musical performances designed to entertain and draw
the audience in.
More than an hour later the main
part of the evening came. It was Jeremiah’s great surprise everyone
had been waiting for. Master Jeremiah came back on stage with a big
smile. “Glad to see you all having such a swell time. Now is the
time for members of the audience to ask me questions. Don’t be shy
folks, ask me anything you like.” He looked around and chose a man
in the third row. “The gentleman in the third row, no don’t tell
me… you’re Mike Watson, aren’t you.
The man looked surprised. “Yes,
but…”
“How did I know? Well, I
promised you all some miracles tonight and this is just the
beginning. Now Mike, what do you want to know?”
“Can you tell me the lottery
numbers for the next draw?”
There was laughter from the
audience.
“I could tell you, Mike, but is
that why the Lord speaks to me? Does He want me to spoil the fun
for millions of good folks who’ve bought tickets and give away the
result so others can have an unfair advantage? Would that be
honest? What do you think, Mike? Would God want this?”
“All right, all right, you got
me there,” Mike said to general laughter and sat down.
“Now then, folks, serious
questions please.” He pointed to a woman in a bright red dress.
“Ah, yes, let me see. You’re Alice Hopkins, aren’t you?”
She smiled. “Yes, that’s right.
Do you know why I’m here?”
Jeremiah tilted his head to one
side a little. A moment later he said “I believe you’re here
because of your
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