I’ve discussed before how there are a largely mentally abnormal folk who are fans of Radio Caroline. They are also known as ‘anoraks’. Indeed, these days an ‘anorak’ is a nerd or enthusiast of almost anything. ‘Anoraks’ take things very seriously.
I mean, you get serious attitude if you insult an Apple ‘anorak’ by pointing out that whilst his phone might be pretty it doesn’t actually do as much as any normal person’s phone, or when an Apple ‘anorak’ is dewy-eyed about their odd operating system being updated to bring them a new function that normal people have had for years. They get angry and quite vicious.
And so it is true for Radio Caroline ‘anoraks’. Just as is the case with Apple ‘anoraks’, so it is the case with Caroline ‘anoraks’. Over the years I have been attacked, had my home burned to the ground, and two of my four wives kidnapped, for daring to insult Radio Caroline, or pointing out that the whole organisation in the 1980s was a front for the white slave trade.
Indeed, it was during the late 1980s that I dared confront those who were running the Caroline slave trade, saying that it might be wrong and against all that the station preached about with regard to ‘Loving Awareness’.
Unfortunately, this was my Oliver Twist moment. For my equivalent of daring to ask for more, my punishment was that I was forbidden to use a boat (a ‘tender’) to get out to the Radio Caroline radio-ship, the MV Ross Revenge. Instead, I had to part swim, and part walk.
At the time, the evil Bill Sykes of the piece was ruling over Caroline with a fist of iron. He was always surrounded by a terrified and terrifying zombie-like group who were known, by those of us who still had our dignity, as the “yes men”. It was a number of the “yes men” that were assigned to me with cattle prods to ensure I didn’t rest as I tried to walk under water in order to reach the ship that held the radio station I loved so dearly.
My lungs were so full of dirty North Sea water when I got to the ship that I felt so very weak and ill, and I was only able to contribute to the 20 hours a day, 7 days a week, of unpaid hard grafting expected from each of us, after I had spent a day in the infirmary, tended to by homosexuals. I knew that if I didn’t graft away as hard as I could that I too might disappear as so many young and handsome men had disappeared before me. But, I also knew that what the people behind Radio Caroline were doing was very wrong. I vowed to stop them and to have my revenge.
Over the years, I was visited many times by the “yes men” who kindly provided me with the occasional broken leg to remind me where my loyalties lay. This only made me more determined.
Pretty soon I was sharing with the public the truth behind Radio Caroline. Yes, whilst it was smiling to your face and endorsing the philosophy of love, it was hiding its deep dark secrets, and the world needed to know.
Of course, the majority of Radio Caroline ‘anoraks’ had no idea about what was really going on. They were easy fodder for the “yes men” to agitate and fill with thoughts that they should, well, burn down my house and kidnap some of my wives. Luckily, they only got the ugly ones.
To this day, Radio Caroline ‘anoraks’ are so hypnotised that they can’t hear the truth. That’s why they spout their bile and hatred (we occasionally see the more drunken ones in the comments of this blog later at night) and try to do me harm. These days of course, they’re not allowed out at night by their nurses, so I’m ok. But, at least you know now why these ‘anoraks’ feel the need to anonymously write nasty things about me. Yep, it’s because they are mad.
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