After the fecund meeting of poled souls Shantam and Lokesh on Ibiza, which reconciled Chuddydom in the Melon Bar a Go Go with an historic photo, between two prose writing proselytisers, the vedic bard Shantam returned home to Chudwigstein am Lidl, fell in love with a serving girl at the local pub and disappeared from the august pages of SN wearing only a smile and an air of benign contentment on his wedding night.

Meantime, Arpana, having accused the Rev of some outrageous cruising fiction regarding his alter ego Lokesh, was himself subjected to non-stop dance music being played 24/7 outside his bedroom window without any complaints from the local village people, who joined in.

Later, Lokesh, who had been in a dream under his wish-fulfilling coconut tree, woke up to find there was no-one around in the local town square, which had been re-named as La Plaza del Fuck Off by the new Town Mayor, Davide Caruso.

What a funny ol’ world, eh!

It is an old Celtic storytelling skill that kept the tribes listening for days for the message or the point of it all, to be sure. You are verily a true master berator of others in the tall-tale -telling championships of Blarneytown. Gosh and blow me down wid a slice o seaweed soda bread, you ol ‘tinker’ you.

“Har Po, after little squeak, look like you go very quiet after putting head into sacred space of honourable opponent Jok Kee Low Kesh.

Ass Hok, very happy you follow dictum and wise words of Master.

Master, hope you ‘keep it up’, therefore calming down when finding own enlightenment in darkness, so to give other wise Masters’ sacred spaces necessary break-time.”

(Opening lines from chapter 2502, ‘Needy Disciple Finds Redemption on Entering Sacred Space of Master Jok Kee Low Kesh’ taken from ‘The Pad Di Book of Enlightenment’, translated from the original by Father T. Paddy, of Kerrygold Butter).

Johnny…remember me….
nudge, nudge, wink, wink – say no more.
know wot I mean?