I just watched a Canadian documentery on him. I think it's called "Of jews and reptiles" I might know less about him than before I watched it. I only learned he used to play football and did sports casting before he contacted his phycic.
2dimes wrote:I just watched a Canadian documentery on him. I think it's called "Of jews and reptiles" I might know less about him than before I watched it. I only learned he used to play football and did sports casting before he contacted his phycic.
haha, that guy is still around? I first saw one of his books in like 2000. He's out there. and I think he said one time he was Jesus. That is usually the deathnail, except the USA seems to have a baileywick for his kind of message
I don't know what year the doc was from. I worked with a guy that was a fan of him allways talking about contrails and reptilians. Then today I saw the link to this thing when I was watching that "Why we fight" movie on google videos so I watched it. I probably shouldn't have finished but I kept hoping something would happen. He did almost sort of get pied by the group that didn't like him in Vancouver and that might have been the highlight.
i'm sure he claimed to be the son of god, not jesus. he was a goalkeeper for coventry city. i remember the jews going crazy quite a few years ago due to him saying that big reptiles will take over the world. the pictures he used for the reptiles were compared to some other pics that some book had of jews. people put 2 and 2 together and called him anti-semetic. i'm not sure if he ever came out and said anything directly bad about jews though.
i used to see a bird that was into spiritualism in the late 90's. she thought he was great but i think she was a bit of a loon. she had a lovely backside and a liking for outdoor sex, indoor sex, sex in the bath, sex in a pub toilet so i didn't mind listening to her babbling. i was also quite interested as i only knew icke as the presenter of football focus, so i thought it was quite a bizarre transformation.
They let him on the main stage at Glastonbury shortly after he "discovered who he was". That was quite hilarious - must've been the late 80s.
All I remember (and I would have been about 18 at the time, probably smoking something and definitely drinking dodgy scrumpy from a makeshift stall) is that the Coventry City goalkeeper walked on the main stage in a turquoise shellsuit and announced he was the son of god, upon which he was mocked, jeered and generally abused until he left again.
Any of the crowd on acid probably thought they'd found some really good gear.
I work for a bookshop, and we regularly get some of his books - he publishes them himself, and the"company address" is literally a flat on the Isle of White! There always good for a giggle at the end of a long day.....
kevusher wrote:I work for a bookshop, and we regularly get some of his books - he publishes them himself, and the"company address" is literally a flat on the Isle of Wight! There always good for a giggle at the end of a long day.....