It happened to masses of rank and file listening to their Radio or TV at 10 pm 1980s heard a News flash. “Authorities report a crashed UFO in a field close to Pike Junction. This is a message to everyone to avoid this area.” 

What a stupid announcement. The UFO was so close, this was a once in a lifetime event. Every mode of transport hit the road for pike junction, North  south, East and west there were thirty miles of dense Traffic Jams.

How our pirate radio ship called “Wet Pussy” was caught in a vicious howling storm, winds with teen foot swells, the Storm was violent on the aging ship. We were springing leaks all over the  inner hull. May Day went out S.O.S. and who’s going out to rescue a pirate ship called Wet Pussy.

We were in panic stations again. He was dying. We packed our bags and flew off to Sydney, Australia.
He told us and all his friends, that he didn’t have long to live on god’s little green earth. We all packed our bags.
Then we made a hasty departure to be with him. In his final throes of his life. We gathered around his bedside. Swapped stories of the good times. The crazy times and the bad times, We were at bedside for over a week and seven days waiting for him to die. But that bastard didn’t die. He was fitter than a buck rabbit? I was so sure it was only down to a broken heart, his wife had just walked out on him. He would live longer than the rest of us.