Never coming down. That was the message, the ethos of this ramshackle club of gloriously demented cerebral astropilots; Don't ever come back down to earth. Leave the fog and grime of reality behind and stay up here, up here where the air is clear and the last thing anybody has the time, or inclination, to do is talk about the mundane. Leave that for the unenlightened. Let them pay their taxes and press their shirts ready for the monday morning rat-race, we have far more important things on our radar. Life, love and music have no forms to fill in or regulatory bodies to appease. No, my friends, up here above the clouds is where we must stay for, as we know, time waits for no man and no time is all we have to fit it all in. This was an ethos held by a people whose only possessions were belief, and a dogged determination to realise their crazy and wonderful dreams.

This was the secret society for the vibrantly unhinged. A very special place where the visionary few would conveine to lock horns about the super-stellar issues that the greyfolk could never, or possibly would never, dare to take on. A place where ideological happiness is of paramount importance and where orderliness and regulation are treated with a disdain and a vitriol usually reserved only for the most vile and unpleasant of beasts. This was a place where the good, the great, the chic and the scruffy could all drink, sing and tell stories right through until their shaded glasses met the first pioneering rays of silver morning sunshine. This, my friends, is home...

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