Wednesday, February 5, 2014

It is a pity that this photograph is in Hogwarts Black/White. Did two circles come together to defeat the Dark Lord of Israel with only a piss-head two blue triangles forming a unity with Blue Peter Rome Cottontail and the Blue David Israel, Queen Canaanite Cotton tale story. The Jews have a history of psychopathic tales that put them on the top of the Titanic Throne of Penis Worship before it crashed in Egypt, Saudi Arabia, America, and Japan. Why are ticket prices in pounds instead of dollars. Only the Dark Prince of 18th Dynasty Egypt Knows for lunatic sure.

My time with Hunter S Thompson


Hunter S: “If I don’t like what you’ve done with the book, I’m going to tear your theatre apart”
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It was 1982. The Gate Theatre, which I had founded in Notting Hill, was expanding to inhabit a second home in Battersea. To launch the new theatre, I needed a play with the punch of a highly sprung jack-in-the-box. The idea of adapting Hunter S Thompson’s outrageous journey into the heart of the American Dream, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, seemed ideal. But first there would be Hunter Thompson to deal with. I contacted the book’s British illustrator, Ralph Steadman, and he passed me Hunter’s Aspen phone number with an ominous warning to be prepared for all eventualities.
By the time I finally reached Hunter on the phone, rehearsals were about to start for this new stage production ofFear and Loathing in Las Vegas. He ended the conversation with a warning. “I’m coming out to see it: If I don’t like what you’ve done with the book, I’m going to tear your theatre apart.”
Hunter kept his word. He turned up for rehearsals clutching a large glass of Chivas Regal and ice. The performance awkwardly ground to a halt as he surveyed the set. “I’m Hunter. Don’t worry about me. I’ll just sit here and watch,” he said. The actors looked at me nervously before carrying on.
Now, as I prepare a freshly imagined version of this production for the 2014 VAULT Festival, I wonder how a new audience, many of whom wouldn’t have even been born when it was first staged, will respond. The book is a requiem for the acid generation of the 1960s in America. But, in the current landscape of relentless conformity, its message of subverting the status quo has more relevance than ever. And I now have the added benefit of having met Hunter and worked with him on various adaptations of his iconic book.
The centrepiece of the original production was a stage version of the Red Chevy which Raoul Duke, the Hunter alter ego in the book, and his drug-addled Attorney drive to Las Vegas in. Hunter was intrigued by this piece of stagecraft. During the break, he wandered around the set and climbed into the Chevy. He pretended to zoom around in it, enjoying the ride like a child in a fairground bumper car.
During the opening night performance, Hunter was in a mellow, even gregarious, mood. I watched him closely, and he was clearly savouring the experience of seeing his memories played out before his eyes. Watching the actor who played Gonzo, he laughed out loud, slapping his thigh and splashing Chivas Regal around wildly, christening the newly upholstered theatre seats. Later that evening, in a nearby pub, Hunter was told it was last orders. He swiftly ordered five pints for each of us. The UK’s archaic drinking laws became the subject of an excoriating piece he wrote about the absurdity of the curfews.

I ended up spending much of the next fortnight with Hunter—partly to keep him company and to steer him through the phalanx of journalists, broadcasters and fans who were trying to get a piece of him. He had nothing but contempt for this kind of adoration. Time Out magazine had hastily commissioned Hunter to produce a cover story on whatever he wanted to write about. In return they paid for his all-expenses stay in Claridges—a deal they quickly regretted. The bill was astronomical and the story only materialized a few hours before their deadline for publication—dictated into a Sony cassette tape recorder. It was largely inaudible.
Hunter was ruthlessly mischievous when targeting his victims, but he also had a streak of the Southern gentleman in him. He respected my actors and their craft, and was utterly charming to them. However, if the show hadn’t been to his liking I do believe he would have torn the thereat apart.
Spending time with him rid me of the drug-crazed image which was constantly promoted in the media. His wicked sense of humour and his intolerance for the senseless rules and fashions of this world deepened my understanding of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas in new ways.
That was 32 years ago. I met Hunter several times over the years as I worked on various incarnations of Fear and Loathing. After wondering whether the  play would resonate with a 21st century audience, I decided that Hunter’s voice continues to have something to say to us. Fear and Loathing is not just about the excessive consumption of drugs and pointless hedonism. What Hunter espoused here, and did so throughout his life, is to go a little wild and find your inner gonzo. As the man himself said: “Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming ‘Wow! What a Ride!’”
Lou Stein directs Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas at the VAULT Festival, 28th January–8 March 2014, Price: £25 (including £1.50 festival charge). For tickets and more information visit

When the Monkey Monday God of the Lunar Calendar Jews is Dead in Israel, this goes up in a Three Gorges Dam Project heartbeat.

You would not believe how many weird, psycho piss-head Jews, a devil disciple of Las Vegas, Mondayland, can run you into.

How much is that Jew Sun God Temple, the one the with Amsterdam fairy tale.

Go to England and visit the Jew Moon Goddess Heelstone Pyramid at Stonehenge, laughs the New Amsterdam Times newspapers.

A Royal Princess Slab of Granite (rounded) is 49X7X1 inches.

49.2473072643 X7.0176425717

Does the Royal Princess Gardener of Heaven wish to put in a bid on the 2024 Olympics while the price of Brazilian granite is cheap?

The Western 25 Sunni of Ra wears a Green kilt; the scribe has female breast on the right and a male breast on the left. The Queen of Portugal-Spain doesn't go any where at all. Olympics 2020: Japan.

Lost in the WXYZ Goddess Translation.

Mao means hare in China. See how these Devil Jesus Children in this picture are lining themselves up with the Communist Rabbit Party of Hollywood and China.

The original photograph comes in a 1500X999 pixel version. 66th Festival in Southern 21-XKY France. Why is the PC Jesus Jew wearing a pink-white and black tie. Does Jesus love her with his goat penis or his bat penis? Alien Jew Goddess vs Jew Predator God, winner, Disney and Israel.

She has good genes, so don't get me wrong on this.  The sod god of the Goats get tortured in hell for this personal Kmetko intrusion in her life.

A victim on the Jude/Jesus, Lune a tic goddess of Israel, altar. Wants to get her big feet into heaven and is willing to sell her soul to their Miley Cyrus devil for a chance to become a model in NYC.

The Jesus is a 21-Homosexual Viagra Tablet Picture in Japan.

A Jesus morphine tablet picture of a Japanese/American school girl. No touch, no foul is the way of the Samurai.

The problem with morphine and DMT is that it is addictive, the body craves it, and if the Lune a tic goddess of Eighteeth Dynasty Heaven controls the medical drug cabinet, they have a demon in their witch Jesus army. If Diana Sawyers will admit to being a demon in the CIA's Army, I am sure that the picture of her in the Israeli safe will not appear on the Internet.

The Imperial Japanese Jesus Army would have beat him to a pulp for standing up straight to superior officers.