The very 1st time I walked into Cult HQ England, which on that sunny & mild January day in 1972, was in West London at a rented house called 'Golden Manor', I saw a large picture of what I took to be the youthful Chairman Mao, & wondered what it was doing there.Then it dawned on me that this person was the Guru, then I got curious as to why so many filthy spaced out hippies were suddenly so clean & intense,then I fell for the fakir trick.
33 yrs later we have this gem from the mouth of the would be Saviour of Mankind.
''So what you're telling me is next time you screw up my meal on the airplane, you're history. I'll be happy to do that, no problem.''
What a total bastard.
