IS GOAT WORSHIP STILL ALIVE..?

ARE THERE REAL SO CALLED 'GOAT MEN'.

LIVING AMONG US IN THE COMMUNITY.?

ARE THEY PART OF A CULT CONNECTED TO THE FREEMASONS or
THE WATER BUFFALOES..?
DO THEY DO SO CALLED 'GOAT DANCING'..?
HERE AT PV ..WE WANTED THE ANSWERS..SO WE WENT IN SEARCH OF THEM..

 

 

First we went to Gloria Windleys pie shop. Her steak pies were to die for so we figured
if we were going to die, it may as well be on a full belly.

It wasnt't long untill we had managed to get quite far. Much further than we thought
we would get in such a short space of time. But time was of the essence 
so we had to get a move on.
Then suddenly we were there. At the place we'de set off to find.
A dissused quarry at the base of a steep cliff. A large fire burned. 
As we approached those gathered around the fire we could see what looked clearly
like men and women with the head of a goat. It was hard to comprehend.
We had been told about this gathering or covern by an inside informer
called Terry. We took Terry on his word and sure enough he was right.
Dancing in the moonlight a gathering of goat people. Men and women.
Naked but their boddies covered in what i can only describe as a layer 
of rough, course fibres i can only describe as what looked like goat hair.
There were three of us. Jim the camera man, Harry the sound man and myself.
As we got nearer to the fire a tall goat man appraoched. We could cleary see his 
pottential dangling between his legs.
He held up a staff that had a skull on the top. 
'Come no further, who doth approach this covern'.?
His language seemed strange and cult like.
'We mean you no harm' i said. We simply wish to learn the ways of the covern.
'Who sent you'..? said the tall man. Then others gathered around encircling us.
No one sent us i said, we saw the fire from a distance.
What distance? said the tall man. Then the rest surrounding us started chanting in unison.
'WHAT DISTANCE>>what distance..what distance..what distance.
The woman goat men were as hairy as the men. In fact i said to Harry..iv'e never see so much hair 
on a woman..even goat hair..
Harry wispered to me ..'It's called hirsuit'...
The chanting stopped then the tall man with the skull stick said.
'Remove your trousers...show us you are goat..'
Tricky i thought. Jim was still filming ..
'I won't bade you thrice' said the goat man. His voice was deep and scarily goatish.
They started chanting again..'OFF WITH PANTS>>OFF WITH PANTS>>
The tall man held up his skull stick and the others stopped.Then he said..
'It seems we have non goats among us'..!! 
'There must be a sacrifice. Bring forward Terry.'
Three very large goat men i can only describe as Security Goats, due to my 
limited vocabulary.
They threw Terry to the ground in front of us, his goat hair matted with mud.
Harry the sound man wispered to me..'Smell that.?, thats lady goat minge'...
It was a strong musty sort of farmyard scent with just a hint of Swiss Cheese.
Terry looked up at us from the muddy ground. His eyes were pleading.
'Please he pleaded, Dont tell them, they'll kill me.'
The tall man shouted to those gathered ..'To the alter'...
They dragged poor Terry for over nine feet through the stinking mud.
Actually, that may be over exagerating. It was just mud and it just smelt like normal mud.
Before us a makeshift alter..made from old wooden pallets.
A short goat man stepped forward and said ..'I got the pallets. I work at a pallet firm'.
'Thats enough shouted the tall man. He was obviously in charge. You could say 'Head Goat'.
A slightly taller goat man than the one who supplied the pallets said..
'I delivered the pallets. I used the firms van. They won't know.'
'Silence..' Shouted the head goat man. 
He raised his eyes toward the heavens..a pub just up the road...
'Bring forward the accused he said..
Poor Terry was dragged onto the top of the stack of pallets. Another goat man,
slightly taller than the short pallet man but not as tall as the Head Goat stood 
holding a can of parrafin. 
It wasn't looking good for poor Terry.
The goat man who was the van driver, shorter than the Head Goat but taller than the pallet man said.
'Now Sir..shall i fire the timbers'..?
Head Goatman said..no, not yet . i shall say the ancient words..
Then all the goats started chanting in unison...
'SAY THE WORDS>>SAY THE WORDS>>SAY THE WORDS>>>

The head Goatman raised his Skull stick indicating silence.
The coven went silent..
The head goat then said ..repeat after me ...
the rest of the covern got on their knees ..
'Oh Nally Nally Noo Nah'...
Goo Goo baggy naggy nic nock..'
Then ..what happened next took us tottaly by suprise..
Suddenly the Head Goat said ..Ok..same time next week..
We couldn't believe it.. they all wore artificial goat heads.
They wern't goat people at all..
The Tall Head Goat Man said.. 
Listen..its just a bit of fun right..? 
Ok ..some say its a bit pereverted but we don't do anyone any harm.
All we ask for in life is to be accepted as goats..? 
is that too much to ask..? 
Listen he said..were all off down the pub..join us.. your welcome....