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hemlock13coven:

Much like the fabled Bigfoot or “Sasquatch” of North American legend, the reclusive Hemlock Mosher exists in the misty, dreamlike borderland where reality and UKHC folklore collide. 
This seldom witnessed creature has been sighted less and less frequently over the past few years, to the point when it does make an appearance, horrified observers are not really sure what they have just seen. Manifesting on the edge of a circle of “moshers” like a pedo at a school gate at lunch time, is he moving rhythmically in unison with the music? Is he unwell? Or is he simply staggering from one side of the room to another as his crumbling ancient hips finally collapse under the combined weight of his massive ego and a thousand years worth of accumulated chips on shoulders?
Every now and again fresh evidence surfaces to initiate new speculation on the existence of this haunting, dilapidated figure. Normally blurred or out of focus photography hinders identification, indeed when the Hemlock Mosher was young, rumour has it that they didn’t even have cameras at shows because photography had yet to be invented, instead someones girlfriend would be forced to sit down on a pile of windbreaker jackets and Eastpack rucksacks with an easel and paints and attempt to capture the action in the watercolour style of Turner or Blake.
  Thankfully those days are long gone and famed cryptozoologist  Sam Wilkinson, managed to take this crystal clear picture at a recent Cold World show. The Hemlock Mosher (in the bottom left hand quarter of the pic wearing a funny little hat), appears to be shoving his way across the dancefloor, symbolically pushing youth backwards whilst he himself seems to be dressed as a teenager? A Freudian metaphor given physical form? A desperate attempt to hold onto his youth? perhaps he’s just tired?
Who knows? If you see him, just show a small kindness and smile and nod along as he bores you again with the same fucking story he told you last time he saw you and the time before that and on and on…….because one day it could be you.



MY HERO!

hemlock13coven:

Much like the fabled Bigfoot or “Sasquatch” of North American legend, the reclusive Hemlock Mosher exists in the misty, dreamlike borderland where reality and UKHC folklore collide. 

This seldom witnessed creature has been sighted less and less frequently over the past few years, to the point when it does make an appearance, horrified observers are not really sure what they have just seen. Manifesting on the edge of a circle of “moshers” like a pedo at a school gate at lunch time, is he moving rhythmically in unison with the music? Is he unwell? Or is he simply staggering from one side of the room to another as his crumbling ancient hips finally collapse under the combined weight of his massive ego and a thousand years worth of accumulated chips on shoulders?

Every now and again fresh evidence surfaces to initiate new speculation on the existence of this haunting, dilapidated figure. Normally blurred or out of focus photography hinders identification, indeed when the Hemlock Mosher was young, rumour has it that they didn’t even have cameras at shows because photography had yet to be invented, instead someones girlfriend would be forced to sit down on a pile of windbreaker jackets and Eastpack rucksacks with an easel and paints and attempt to capture the action in the watercolour style of Turner or Blake.

  Thankfully those days are long gone and famed cryptozoologist  Sam Wilkinson, managed to take this crystal clear picture at a recent Cold World show. The Hemlock Mosher (in the bottom left hand quarter of the pic wearing a funny little hat), appears to be shoving his way across the dancefloor, symbolically pushing youth backwards whilst he himself seems to be dressed as a teenager? A Freudian metaphor given physical form? A desperate attempt to hold onto his youth? perhaps he’s just tired?

Who knows? If you see him, just show a small kindness and smile and nod along as he bores you again with the same fucking story he told you last time he saw you and the time before that and on and on…….because one day it could be you.

MY HERO!
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