Meanwhile down at the tabernacle in The Indolent Artists Club Newlyn …” a big voice booms
“I will breakdown the gates of Bronze!!!
And cut through the bars of Iron!!!…
I will give you the treasures of Darkness!!!
Riches stored in secret places…
I form the light and create the darkness..
I create prosperity and create disaster!!!!
I, the Lord, do all these things !!!”
Alone voice shouts from the back of the Hall ..
“Any chance you can sort out the broadband…. its shite!!!