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More madness from the professor’s video shoot

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Eccentric? Moi?

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There’s nothing mental about dressing up as an owl… I went to my school prom dressed as an owl and it was a hoot.

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We were just too British to queue for the lavatories in any kind of proper fashion…

this  video is going to be great

An unusual turn round a dark corner takes you unexpectedly to a junction….

Unfortunatly no one can be told what the Cassanova Crowley is… You have to see it for yourself! Remember, I am only offering you the truth … Good, now take the red pill and chill, this won’t hurt a bit…Image

Take a deep breath… good, now relax… This is a journey like no other….

Your mind is not your own.. Why am I even looking for Droids? Who is number one?  I am not an animal! If you’re here then who’s holding the rope?

  • There is nothing wrong with your television. Do not attempt to adjust the picture.

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This is not a test… You are under the Influence of Mr Cassanova Crowley…If you are a girl you may already be pregnant… if you are already pregnant then you may be a girl…

Nothing is what it seems and nowhere is safe from the mental powers of Mr Crowley (particularly if you are a girl)…

You think you’ve seen it all then!

BLAMO!

BLAMO!

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You’re helpless…and you’ve never been happier… Do you know where your girlfriend is right now? or your mother? The man that you can see on the Periphery, he’s your best friend, he’s the Duke, he’s A-number-one, he’s the Dude or El Dudeness, or Betty when you call him you can call him Al…

On odd days he plays the ukulele, tells stories with The Dark Design, and gets the girl…On even days he saves the world, kills the bald guy, and gets the girl…On the days in between, he tells stories to the world, kills the Ukulele, and gets the girl… (you’ll note… he always gets the girl…)

Ladies and Gentlemen, you have just had sex with Mr Cassanova Crowley and life from here on in will never feel quite the same…

He is adventure and if he had a middle name, it would be so dangerous that the very mention of it could destroy the universe in a technocolour explosion of gin,movie stars,fast cars, and obscene French lingerie… Image

So there you have it… Mr Cassanova Crowley has just blown your mind!!! And be thankful that’s all he blew…

And since you asked… yes!

Photo credit for Mr Cassanova Crowley by Anthony Edwards

A man with an eye for an eye

As we continue our run through the ship’s roster, please allow me to introduce a most essential member of our crew…

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Tim – Tin Eyed Tink – Tinkerton – Accordionista , banjo dueller and Keyboarder for The Dark Design.

Tink lost an eye in a knife fight with a ship’s monkey and was given the gift of farseeing by way of consolation by her Greek captain who was on some kind of Odyssey. Apparently he got the strange eye from some weavers.. Unfortunately Tink is unable to control how far ahead his vision lets him see and it’s speeding up at an exponential rate.

Will he one day be able to see the end of time? I for one am counting on it…

Photo Credit Anthony Edwards

 

The Queen is dead! Long live the Queen!

More fuel for the fire!

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I am affraid I must keep Ms Drusicilla Desilva’s story to my chest, as there are those around who would pay well for her secret and there are a lot of hungry eyes out there in the ultrarnet.

I will say this though, the circumstances surrounding her sister Julia’s death are most peculiar and I have sworn to investigate the matter thouroughly…You will no doubt have found her sister’s letter at the foot of this blog and if you have I’m sure you’ll have reached the same conclussion as I.

That said I can say that Drucilla plays the sax like a angel and sings like a demon!

I’m sure there are some more clues hidden in the lyrics of her solo number with The Dark Design – The Wages of Sin… If only I could decypher their meaning…

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Picture credit of Drucilla Desilva Anthony Edwards

At The Bass Of Things

As we continue our introductions it is time for you to meet the engine room of The Dark Design…

May I introduce Mr Herashibold Endeavour

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This expert in military subsonics who studied wave manipulation at Twaites Military Academy  is trapped in a state of flux between two dimensions thus never being entirely corporeal in either… In your universe I discovered him busking in Paris, whilst in his own he is a leading exponent of weapon based low frequency harmonics… In short a sonic sword smith like no other and he plays a mean bass and let’s not forget those amazing vocals.

One of the earliest recruits to The Dark Design, Herashibold is fundamental to the very cause and therefore arguably one of the most important and influential members of the team.

Photo Credit Anthony Edwards

Who’s Coup?

If you are following the blog or the band or indeed both then you’ll know The Dark Design is as much about the story as the music….

So then to the players…

All this week we shall be revealing a little about each of the members and offering some clues as to who they are and what their purpose in The Dark Design is…

Today we begin with a most vital character and perhaps a contender for the most important…

Professor Simpkin Nobel

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I first met Professor Simpkin Nobel in an alternative Stockholm and I knew there was something otherworldly about the man. After a few hands of cards, brandy,  some delicate questioning, and a sneaky look through Tink’s  tin eye and I was able to discern a little of the man.

His is a tale that will take time to tell. I can’t explain everything, but I can tell you that he is the sole surviving nominee of the notorious Nobel Peace Prize War and the only man in history to have successfully altered time…

His story is a difficult one to tell, as it hasn’t happened yet, and indeed it may never get a chance to happen. It’s partly from him, it’s partly from me, it’s past tense, but hasn’t happened yet and there are definitely bits missing/ made up… It took a full bottle of Brandy, but this is what he told me

“In the year 2210 The world’s scientific community came together for the first time ever and under the banner of the Nobel Peace Prize. We began a joint project to unite the human race in one single purpose…. The creation of a Time Machine…

On June 22nd 2210 during its first manned trial, the machine travelled forward in time two years. I was the pilot. To this day I can’t really explain what I saw or what I learned from that brief journey, I was only away for a few minutes. When I returned from the first ever journey in time I was terrified and quite literally unable to speak. A fellow scientist handed me an I-pen and before you can say Armageddon I had written something. It took me a moment to register that I had moved at all, but then I looked down and read…

“Hell On Earth!”

We’d destroyed our world. Through our best intentions and our hardest work we’d ruined the planet. It was the paradoxes. I think that’s why I couldn’t focus on any of it. We’d built a time machine and over the next few years we’d gone back and changed everything that was wrong.

We’d begun nobly, we saved species from extinction, overturned famines and averted disasters, but then we got sentimental and even vain; we’d spared great artists and even cultures.  Soon we became judgemental, we demonised historical figures and executed en masse, we reversed the outcomes of wars and even started some of our own.  Finally we got just plain greedy…  We stole land and mineral deposits, changed governments and all for a quick buck. I was only there for a second but I knew what I had to do. While they let me relax on a day bed n the lab I formulated my plan.

They wouldn’t listen, these were men and women of science they were just far too bloody clever for that. So while they analysed the data, I did what any sane person would have done, I built a bomb. The project was so secure that the research centre at CERN contained not only the machine, but all the research material.

Building the device was easy, the time machine was so blindly important that the facility wanted for nothing. It took me two hours to kill my colleagues and save the the world.

I am a thief and murderer Mr Cope, I executed 200 of the best minds in history. I stole their blasted machine and in doing so I saved the world… or at least saved it for a while. They will remake this machine Mr Cope and when they do they will do the same thing… If we have learned anything about human nature it’s that it’s resilient.”

Picture credit Anthony Edwards 2012

A stranger came today

Have you seen this man? You may see him in the shadows, or on the edge of your vision. He will appear vague and incorporeal at first but we have reason to suspect that this will change.
The plot begins as a stream, but as we know all streams will one day lead to the ocean and who doesn’t love the sea…

 

Of course what shore we’ll wash up on is anyone’s guess…

 

Watch for the stranger…

A sneaky peak from the debut performance of our Martian epic…

I only wish I could claim credit for this stiunning image… but it comes from the excelllent Solar Wind collection by Peter Jones

A voice in my head said strangle Mcabe and I saw her smile as I turned to my friend…

As I reached out my to grab his neck I saw Tommy vines to the same to Nick … old Doctor Jones tried to escape but the Martin queen wasn’t finished yet…

life faded from my friend and he went blue

 I turned back to tommy and he was finished too…the Red Queen had given old Bill a knife and in return for that he’d given her his life…

In the end there as tommy and I and we both knew one of had to die… I knew then it wouldn’t be me… because only the winner would get the Martian Queen…