Sunday, 27 July 2014


I bought a ticket to Jeff Wayne’s War of the Worlds concert in Brighton.
Having listened to the music since I was eight years old, I knew all the words by heart and relished the chance to sing along to a live performance.
What I didn’t expect was that Jeff Wayne would be there in conducting the 46-piece ULLAdubULLA Strings Orchestra and The Black Smoke Band.
I had six months of waiting.
The months turned into weeks and the weeks turned into the next weekend.
Then the show began.
Everyone who’s seen the concert knows how brilliant Jeff Wayne is.
But when they introduced him on stage, I couldn’t believe my ears.
I had to double check with the guy next to me that it was actually Jeff Wayne who would be conducting the music.
“Yes it is.”
I made a decision there and then.
This would be the night I met Jeff Wayne.
The concert experience blew me away. I sang along to all the words with the passion and emotion of those times when I used to sing along alone in my bedroom.
I had plenty of space to cry, punch the air and rock to the greatest music alive. And the visuals were out of this world.
As soon as the concert finished and the applause died down I sprinted from the hall, around the Grand Hotel to the rear of the Brighton Centre.
I found the entrance to the lift that would take me up to the party.
A steward was guarding the entrance and wasn’t allowing even the invited guests up until his superior returned.
I asked if I could go up but he refused because I had no ticket.
I mingled with the other people waiting. They all either held a pass ticket or had one stuck on their chests. I explained my mission to everyone present.
‘I’ve based a political party called SOS on the music of War of the Worlds. That’s why it is very important I see him tonight. It’ll probably be the only time that Jeff Wayne and I are in the same building.’
I knew there had to be another way in. I checked to see if I could slip through without the steward seeing, but that was a no go.
I asked invited guests walking past if they could mention to Jeff Wayne that I was waiting downstairs to be invited up.
The guests promised they’d pass on the message.
One particular gentleman said to me that the Jeff Wayne Music office was very good at replying to emails.
I laughed saying that wouldn’t satisfy me but asked how he knew that.
There was a sly smile on his face.
I wondered if he knew Jeff Wayne personally.
I pushed him further on whether he knew him, but he was giving nothing away.
It was at this point that I noticed a security guard showing two girls the way to the staff entrance.
‘We’re here for the catering,’ they said.
And from that point, so was I.
I followed them through the staff entrance and towards the lift.
A staff member stopped the lift doors from closing to let the two girls in and I slipped in too.
‘Catering,’ I said nonchalantly, acting as if I was with the girls.
We stopped at the next floor.
I followed the girls straight into the party, broke away, got myself a beer and sat at the furthest table from the entrance.
I waited as the cast members trickled into the room.
Everyone was there and I chatted to The Black Rock Band members, old men who told me they were the same musicians who played on the first tour 30 years ago.
I cracked a joke with the cute and gorgeous Jennifer Ellison, who sang the parson’s wife role, then bumped into the guy downstairs whom I suspected of knowing Jeff Wayne more than he was letting on.
He caught my eye and cracked a smile.
‘Well done, for getting in,’ he said as he shook my hand.
‘Thanks,’ I replied with a huge smile of excitement.
I saw the steward who was guarding the lifts downstairs poke his head around the door a few times and every time he did, I tried my best to hide from his vision.
After a while I felt as if I was in the clear and helped myself to the second drink of the evening, a can of coke.
I shared a joke with a few people about the band members signing an old War of the World’s album cover.
Exchanged friendly glances with other cast members, and sat down to savour the atmosphere and plan my next move.
I didn’t even get to have a sip of coke when I saw a burly security guard walking my way.
‘I’ll have to ask you to leave please,’ he said.
‘Oh shit, who grassed me up?’ I asked
And with a guarded look he said the cameras picked me up.
I explained to him that I was waiting for Jeff Wayne to arrive, to which he smiled.
‘You haven’t recognized him yet then?’
I couldn’t believe it.
Just like me to be in the same room as my hero and not know he was there.
I got up to look for myself and saw him behind a group of people, signing an autograph for a guest.
The first he saw of me was not how I imagined it would be. Flanked by two burly security guards as I approached him
I was wearing blue jeans, white trainers, and a tee shirt declaring, ‘Who’s the Daddy’.
You could see the look of concern as I got closer and closer.
‘It’s a dream come true to meet you Mr Wayne,’ I said.
He nodded with a friendly smile and shook my hand.
I continued, ‘I’ve based a political party on your music.’
He gave me a puzzled look.
‘I’ve been listening to your music since a kid and absolutely love it. Now I’m a writer and political performer and have based my political party on two songs in particular, “The Spirit of Man” and “Brave New World”.’
¯Oh Nathaniel no, there must be more to life, there has to be a way we can restore to life the love we used to know.¯
¯If one man can stand tall; there will be hope for us all, somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man.¯
¯But if mankind is to survive the people left alive will have to start a new, and it’s going to start with me and you.¯
He asked how long I’d been doing it and I replied, ‘Since 1997, it’s a lifetime’s mission.’
He smiled; he liked that.
He asked why I didn’t stand in an election and get people to vote for me.
I explained that my SOS party was a political performance, intended to entertain, rather than be seriously political. But if people vote for me, it would be a bonus.
I came straight to the point.
‘Mr Wayne, would you to do the music for my SOS song which goes something like this.
And I began to sing.
¯I’m the radical revolutionary man of the millennium.¯
¯I’m the radical revolutionary man of the man millennium, millennium, millennium, millennium.¯
¯Eliminate war, eliminate poverty, eliminate child-abuse, S.O.S, oh yes its S.O.S.¯
¯Come on eradicate war, eradicate poverty, eradicate child-abuse, vote for S.O.S, vote for S.O.S.¯
I told him how I wanted to use his music in my political performances and speeches. To collaborate on a musical of a hero who stands tall, and with a handful of men rights the wrongs of mankind and creates a brave new world.
He asked my name and I said, ‘Matthew Taylor.’ And he asked me the name of my political party, to which I replied, ‘SOS Party’.
My dream had come true.
I had sung my song to the one man in the world who could turn it into the greatest of songs.
He told me to send him an email.
He didn’t say no and that was good enough for me.
The fact that two security guards were standing either side of me caused an awkward silence.
‘Oh, I’m sorry Mr Wayne, I had to slip past security to see you. I hope you don’t mind,’ I explained.
A flicker of concern crossed his face.
To be fair I had trespassed on his party and should leave.
Though I tried my luck one last time and said to the guards.
‘Hey guys, if Mr Wayne says it’s alright to stay, can I stay?’ and looked at Jeff Wayne to save me.
Jeff shrugged his shoulders as if saying ‘nothing to do with me’, but the security guard decided for him and insisted I must go.
Never mind, I had achieved my mission, but I would have loved to have stuck around longer.
I shook hands with Jeff Wayne again, congratulated him on a brilliant show and said my goodbyes.
I punched the air in delight as the security guards led me away.
I had met Jeff Wayne and watched the best show in the World.
Mission accomplished.

Thursday, 24 July 2014


It all started for me on the 16th April 2014 when I got an invitation from Dawn Taylor of Truth Juice fame, to come to Glastonbury for a private audience with Kevin Annett.

Other guests invited were:

  • Penny Pullen
  • Bill Maloney
  • Chris Spivey

 The email read:

Hi Matt,

I have commented a few times on your sites and see that there is much alignment in how you feel and view things going on in the world at present.
My site is
I am working with my friend Sandi Adams to promote Truth Juice events, that happen to be around the UK. I previously lived in Sussex and had set TJ up in Alfriston.
I am contacting you to inform you that Kevin Annett is coming to the King Arthur in Glastonbury on the 29th of April 2014, and wish to invite you and ask that you promote this event far and wide.
We have arranged a private meeting for the 28th for those at the forefront of exposing and bringing awareness of child abuse, pedophile rings and ritual satanic abuse can be together to meet with Kevin and have a shared discussion on how things are and how we can continue to move forward in a peaceful and productive way. We have invited Penny Pullen, Bill Maloney, Chris Spivey


To be seen at the “forefront of exposing and bringing awareness of child abuse, pedophile rings and ritual satanic abuse,” confirmed my hard work writing for the AV was paying off.

I remember dancing and crying with joy in front of the mirror. I rejoiced in absolute ecstasy and abandonment.


The King Arthur connection wasn’t going unnoticed too. My fantasy saw King Arthur II’s spirit slapping me on my backing saying, “Good on you Matt Brit Man!”

Everything was in order. Here was evidence if evidence was needed that my hard working of writing for the AV market was paying off and vindication for going out on a limp and tried something different.


After all Dawn Taylor’s email specifically asked me to “promote this event far and wide.”

So you could imagine my horror when I got this reply:


The video and it's message is a huge, monumental mistake.  
First I have had no replies back from these people as yet that they will be there.
Second there is no permission from these people that you can use them publicly on video on you tube
Third we do NOT do WAR
Fourth, these people have not proclaimed themselves to be leaders of anything
If anything we are a council of PEACE
Please remove the video with immediate effect, I am sorry if this is not the response you expected.  This PRIVATE meeting is just that - private - as such it is not to be promoted.
My guess is that the video would offend a lot of people and certainly anyone's cause.


I must confess to feeling hurt and having my ego bruised. After-all:

  • Dawn Taylor asked me to promote the event "far and wide."
  • I never promoted the private meeting of 28th but the public meeting on the 29th.
  • I’m allowed to interrupt the news in any way I feel fit.
  • I thought this is why I got invited.

I mean, why invite me to something, ask me to promote it and when I do, blast me down in a blaze of criticism?

I didn’t understand and still don’t. This is the riddle of the AV movement which I still don’t understand.

After self censoring myself and deleting the Council of War promotional video, I wrote an email asking the obvious question:

“Who invited me in the first place?”

As of today this question has never been answered, though my ego likes to believe it was Kevin Annett himself.


It soon transpired that Chris Spivey didn’t know anything about it and Bill Maloney hadn’t even been invited.

And then Kevin Annett pulled out at the 11th hour and the dream of meeting around King Arthur’s table was dashed.


Absolutely gutted that Kevin Annett wasn’t coming and that the dream of meeting the likes of Bill Maloney and Chris Spivey around King Arthur’s round table was lost forever; I consoled myself with the possibility of going to AV5.

Organized by Ian R Crane, (who I’d seen give a talk in Brighton,) the AV5 Truth conference in Northampton promised to bring together the crème de la crème of the AV elite.

This would be the perfect weekend to wash away the disappointment of Glastonbury and introduce myself to my heroes and heroine of the AV movement.

The weekend was fantastic and my goal of introducing myself to the AV Elite was achieved with a lot more besides. 


Contrary to popular belief I did not go to the AV5 conference with the intention of sticking a camera in anyone’s faces, let alone Ian R Crane’s and Brian Gerrish’s.

With the testimony of Thomas Sheridan and other witnesses present at the weekend, secret forces possibly Mi5 used a secret ultra-sonic weapon on the AV5 audience to provoke a reaction which ultimately it did.

Greg Nikolettes, the most wired and on the edge of all the AV5 speakers was the first and most obvious person to react to a night-time’s bombardment of ultra-sonic negativity. Involved in a violent exchange on the hotel’s golf-course, Greg Nikolettos ended up being sectioned in a mental hospital for the next 28 days.


Why would Ian R Crane lambaste me in public by calling for me to “get a grip and show some compassion” to Greg’s predicament, while he himself promotes conjecture that Greg lost 60 hours in Dubai which no-one can explain.

Couldn’t it be argued that by promoting the “lost 60 hours,” Ian R Crane is deflecting attention from the Mi5 sponsored ultra-sonic weapon beamed on the AV5 delegation all Saturday night and Sunday morning.


£300 + £150 + £65 + £150 worth of hidden extras, all-in-all it promised to be an expensive weekend, I could ill afford.

Having followed Ian R Crane’s advice after seeing him at the Brighton Brighthelm Centre, I had been buying gold and silver from Ebay and believed I had accumulated in the region of £500 worth of precious metal.

My heart missed a beat when the pawn-broker offered me £57 for the gold and £9 for the silver.


Leaving me with no choice but to put the cost on the credit card on the promise I would pay it back once I received the legacy my mother-in-law left me, following her death of Cancer in March 2014.


“Waiting at the train station, wow what a weekend its been. High drama at AV5 – I went to make a name of myself and I’ve come out alive.


It was everything and more – we were all a happy family.


Thank you Una for letting me go. Your memory will be remembered where-ever I go.


  • Appearance on Doomwatch on first day.
  • Greg Nikoloettos hacked.
  • Greg Nikolettos arrest.
  • Thrown out of the conference/confrontation with Ian R Crane.
  • Confrontation with Brian Gerrish – Giving him the hand.
  • Meeting Olga, Paul and many more wonderful people.
  • David Boyle saves the World.
  • Super drink with friends on Saturday night.
  • Gary’s math lesson.
  • Swims and Saunas
  • Simon Welsh steals the show.
  • Getting lost while out in a midnight walk.


It’s nearing the end of July 2014 now and there's drama yet to come.

Following the roller coaster of the high of AV5 to the low of the fallout of AV5, excitement soon built for my birthday weekend of July 4th, 5th and 6th.

Alas Kevin Annett had to pull out again, because he was too busy to come to England to meet his loyal fans.


Other than being smeared by the leading AV news source, UK Column news:


This is the update on The Moai are Coming story.


“You’re doing a great job there Matt Taylor and we are hoping to come over in 2 to 3 weeks time after the games in Scotland finished as we are visiting there too.

The big MOA Memorial Statue of GODS GRACE FACE of Peace is standing in Queen Elizabeth II Great Court in London stolen off Jaymie and I Tahitian ANCESTOR EASTER ISLAND IN 1868 because she got no God so she borrowed ours.

Well it's yours too and brings good luck peace love and harmony. He is buried up to his neck to make a statement to this planet he built.”

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