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| While Henry Hamilton-Smythe minor (8) was playing croquet with 

| Cynthia Jane De Blaise-William (9), sweet-smiling Cynthia raised her 

| mallet high and gracefully removed Henry's head. Two weeks later, 

| in Henry's nursery, she discovered his treasured musical box. Eagerly 

| she opened it and as "Old King Cole" began to play, a small spirit- 

| figure appeared. Henry had returned - but not for long, for as he 

| stood in the room his body began ageing rapidly, leaving a child's 

| mind inside. A lifetime's desires surged through him. Unfortunately 

| the attempt to persuade Cynthia Jane to fulfill his romantic desire 

| led his nurse to the nursery to investigate the noise. Instinctively 

| Nanny hurled the musical box at the bearded child, destroying both. 





Play me Old King Cole 

That I may join with you, 

All your hearts now seem so far from me 

It hardly seems to matter now. 



And the nurse will tell you lies 

Of a kingdom beyond the skies. 

But I am lost within this half-world, 

It hardly seems to matter now. 



Play me my song. 

Here it comes again. 

Play me my song. 

Here it comes again. 



Just a little bit, 

Just a little bit more time, 

Time left to live out my life. 



Play me my song. 

Here it comes again. 

Play me my song. 

Here it comes again. 



Old King Cole was a merry old soul, 

And a merry old soul was he. 

So he called for his pipe, 

And he called for his bowl, 

And he called for his fiddlers three. 



But the clock, tick-tock, 

On the mantlepiece - 

And I want, and I feel, and I know, and I touch, 

Her warmth... 



She's a lady, she's got time, 

Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your face. 

She's a lady, she is mine. 

Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your flesh. 



I've been waiting here for so long 

And all this time has passed me by 

It doesn't seem to matter now 

You stand there with your fixed expression 

Casting doubt on all I have to say. 

Why don't you touch me, touch me, 

Why don't you touch me, touch me, 

Touch me now, now, now, now, now...

Sunday at six when they close both the gates 

a widowed pair, 

still sitting there, 

Wonder if they're late for church 

and it's cold, so they fasten their coats 

and cross the grass, they're always last. 



Passing by the padlocked swings, 

the roundabout still turning, 

ahead they see a small girl 

on her way home with a pram. 



Inside the archway, 

the priest greets them with a courteous nod. 

He's close to God. 

Looking back at days of four instead of two. 

Years seem so few (four instead of two). 

Heads bent in prayer 

for friends not there. 



Leaving twopence on the plate, 

they hurry down the path and through the gate 

and wait to board the bus 

that ambles down the street.

Turn and run! 

Nothing can stop them, 

Around every river and canal their power is growing. 

Stamp them out! 

We must destroy them, 

They infiltrate each city with their thick dark warning odour. 



They are invincible, 

They seem immune to all our herbicidal battering. 



Long ago in the Russian hills, 

A Victorian explorer found the regal Hogweed by a marsh, 

He captured it and brought it home. 

Botanical creature stirs, seeking revenge. 

Royal beast did not forget. 

He came home to London, 

And made a present of the Hogweed to the Royal Gardens at Kew. 



Waste no time! 

They are approaching. 

Hurry now, we must protect ourselves and find some shelter 

Strike by night! 

They are defenceless. 

They all need the sun to photosensitize their venom. 



Still they're invincible, 

Still they're immune to all our herbicidal battering. 



Fashionable country gentlemen had some cultivated wild gardens, 

In which they innocently planted the Giant Hogweed throughout the land. 

Botanical creature stirs, seeking revenge. 

Royal beast did not forget. 

Soon they escaped, spreading their seed, 

Preparing for an onslaught, threatening the human race. 



THE DANCE OF THE GIANT HOGWEED 



Mighty Hogweed is avenged. 

Human bodies soon will know our anger. 

Kill them with your Hogweed hairs 

HERACLEUM MANTEGAZZIANI 



Giant Hogweed lives 



- ADVANCE -

I heard the old man tell his tale: 



Tinker, alone within a storm, 

And losing hope he clears the leaves beneath a tree, 

Seven stones 

Lay on the ground. 

Within the seventh house a friend was found. 

And the changes of no consequence will pick up the reins from nowhere. 



Sailors, in peril on the sea, 

Amongst the waves a rock looms nearer, and not yet seen. 

They see a gull 

Flying by. 

The Captain turns the boat and he asks not why. 

And the changes of no consequence will pick up the reins from nowhere. 

Nowhere. 



Despair that tires the world brings the old man laughter. 

The laughter of the world only grieves him, 

believe him, 

The old man's guide is chance. 



I heard the old man tell his tale: 



Farmer, who knows not when to sow, 

Consults the old man clutching money in his hand. 

And with a shrug, 

The old man smiled, 

Took the money, left the farmer wild. 

And the changes of no consequence will pick up the reins from nowhere. 

Nowhere. 



Despair that tires the world brings the old man laughter. 

The laughter of the world only grieves him, 

believe him, 

The old man's guide is chance.

News: A well-known Bognor restaurant-owner disappeared 

early this morning. 

Last seen in a mouse-brown overcoat, 

suitably camouflaged, 

they saw him catch a train. 



Man-in-the-street: 

"Father of three its disgusting" 

"Such a horrible thing to do" 

Harold the Barrel cut off his toes and he served them all 

for tea 

"Can't go far", "He can't go far". 

"Hasn't got a leg to stand on" 

"He can't go far". 



Man-on-the-spot: 

I'm standing in a doorway on the main square 

tension is mounting 

There's a restless crowd of angry people 



Man-on-the-council: "More than we've ever seen. 

- had to tighten up security" 



Over to the scene at the town hall 

The Lord Mayor's ready to speak 



LORD MAYOR: 

"Man of suspicion, you can't last long, the British Public 

is on our side" 



BRITISH PUBLIC: 

"Can't last long", "You can't last long". 

"Said you couldn't trust him, his brother was just the same" 

"You can't last long". 



HAROLD: If I was many miles from here, 

I'd be sailing in an open boat on the sea 

Instead I'm on this window ledge, 

With the whole world below 

Up at the window 

Look at the window... 



Mr.Plod: "We can help you" 

Plod's Chorus: "We can help you" 

Mr. Plod: "We're all your friends, if you come on down and talk 

to us son" 

HAROLD: You must be joking 

Take a running jump 



The crowd was getting stronger and our Harold 

getting weaker; 

Forwards, backwards, swaying side to side 

Fearing the very worst 

They called his mother to the sight 

Upon the ledge beside him 

His mother made a last request. 



67-yr-old-Mrs Barrel: 

"Come off the ledge if your father were alive he'd be very, 

very, very upset. 

"Just can't jump, you just can't jump" 

"Your shirt's all dirty, there's a man here from 

the B.B.C." 

"You just can't jump" 



Mr. Plod: "We can help you" 

Plod's Chorus: "We can help you" 

Mr. Plod: "We're all your friends, if you come on down and talk 

to us Harry" 

HAROLD: You must be joking. 

Take a running jump......

Came the night a mist dissolved the trees 

And in the broken light colours fly, fading by. 

Pale and cold as figures fill the glade 

Grey is the web they spin, on and on, and on and on. 

Through the flame still summer lingers on 

Though her pictures soon shatter. 



All, always the same. 

But there appears in the shades of dawning, 

Though your eyes are dim, 

All of the pieces in the sky. 



There was once a harvest in this land. 

Reap from the turquoise sky, harlequin, harlequin, 

Dancing round, three children fill the glade, 

Theirs was the laughter in the winding stream, and in between. 

Close your door, the picture fades again 

From the flames in the firelight. 



All, always the same, 

But there appears in the shades of dawning, 

Though your eyes are dim, 

All of the pieces in the sky. 



All, all is not lost, 

And light appears in the shades of dawning 

When your eyes can see 

Order the pieces, put them back, put them back.

| Hermaphrodite: a flower containing both male and female organs; a 

| person or animal of both sexes. 

| The child Hermaphroditus was the son of Hermes and Aphrodite, the 

| result of a secret love affair. For this reason he was entrusted to the 

| nymphs of the isolated Mount Ida, who allowed him to grow up as a 

| wild creature of the woods. After his encounter with the water-nymph 

| Salmacis, he laid a curse upon the water. According to fable, all persons 

| who bathed in the water became hermaphrodites. 





From a dense forest of tall dark pinewood, 

Mount Ida rises like an island. 

Within a hidden cave, nymphs had kept a child; 

Hermaphroditus, son of gods, so afraid of their love. 



As the dawn creeps up the sky 

The hunter caught sight of a doe. 

In desire for conquest, 

He found himself within a glade he'd not beheld before. 



Hermaphroditus: Narrator: 

"Where are you, my father? "Then he could go no farther 

Give wisdom to your son" Now lost, the boy was guided by the sun" 



And as his strength began to fail 

He saw a shimmering lake. 

A shadow in the dark green depths 

Disturbed the strange tranquility. 



Salmacis: Narrator: 

"The waters are disturbed "The waters are disturbed 

Some creature has been stirred" Naiad queen Salmacis has been stirred" 



As he rushed to quench his thirst, 

A fountain spring appeared before him 

And as his heated breath brushed through the cool mist, 

A liquid voice called, "Son of gods, drink from my spring". 



The water tasted strangely sweet. 

Behind him the voice called again. 

He turned and saw her, in a cloak of mist alone 

And as he gazed, her eyes were filled with the darkness of the lake. 



Salmacis: Narrator: 

"We shall be one "She wanted them as one 

We shall be joined as one" Yet he had no desire to be one" 



Hermaphroditus: "Away from me cold-blooded woman 

Your thirst is not mine" 

Salmacis: "Nothing will cause us to part 

Hear me, O Gods" 



Unearthly calm descended from the sky 

And then their flesh and bones were strangely merged 

Forever to be joined as one. 



The creature crawled into the lake. 

A fading voice was heard: 

"And I beg, yes I beg that all who touch this spring 

May share my fate" 



Salmacis: Narrator: 

"We are the one "The two are now made one, 

We are the one" Demi-god and nymph are now made one" 



Both had given everything they had. 

A lover's dream had been fulfilled at last, 

Forever still beneath the lake.