It is I, NIGEL MOLESWORTH. I hav been to a musik festivul in Deal were ther were lots of hipies and stoned peeple. Noboddy washed wich was just how it shud be.
Mr Dollyday (strikt but fare) sed I shud sta out of the piktur becos I look like a haddok.
We got lots of peeple to sing our petishun against SHELL [eek, I sed the evul wurd] and ther is no way they can dig for oill in the ATTIC now.
A verry nice laddy gave me LSD (Lickerish Shurbet Dabs) wich wer verry nice. Now I can fly and I luv everrybody. Mr Dollyday sez I can't run around with no cloths on, chiz.
We are going to Lundon next weekend and ther will be a 2-tun polar beer - but I am frighted and hid under the tabel. Mak it go away, pleeze, pleeze.
Peece and luv, from NIGEL MOLESWORTH, Eko-worrier and king of the fairies. o, look, a space ship with buterflys on it. helo clouds, helo sky. giv me mor of those nice sweaties or I will krush you all.
SAV THE ATTIC
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