de burgh invokes satan, amasses weapons

Chris De Burgh is enacting further preparatory works for our takeover by totalitarian shapeshifting lizards.

He has been in Dorset in order to assemble a concept album based on J Meade Falkner's novel Moonfleet.

For those unfamiliar, the novel is a tale of smuggling, that is to say, of moving things around in a manner that isn't obvious in order to hoodwink the unwary masses. The plot features a code that leads to the truth - as do De Burgh's lyrics - and it features an important peripheral character, Krispijn Aldobrand, who - like De Burgh - uses lies to cheat the masses out of their rightful status.

Needing to assume elements of all major powers on earth, De Burgh has garnered official rank in the UN and a claim to royal lineage. To complete this, it was no surprise to see him assuming religious quasi-messianic roles. Indeed, one of his earliest songs - from the era Jim Bliss alleges to be 'quite good' - is A Spaceman Came Travelling, which aligns the nativity with the coming of alien overlords.

Clearly he taunts us with such thinly veiled declarations of the Lizardly plans, and this use of code is akin to Blackbeard's written code of biblical references in Moonfleet.

Now De Burgh is taking it a step further and personally getting active about his position in church. On his recent Dorset trip

He wanted to film in All Saints’ graveyard because of its connection to the book.

He was singing different sections of Psalms that appear in the book as part of a smugglers’ code.

Putting himself at the centre of focus in a church, singing bits of the Old Testament.



If that doesn't instantly make your mind conjure images of violence, repression and ominous foreboding then you are truly blind to what approaches. He beckons forth the dark lords.

We have, of course, previously seen the relevance of the Old Testament to De Burgh. But on his recent Dorset visit, we're told he gathered his footsoldiers around him.

Lifelong Chris de Burgh fans David and Meryl James, of Heathwood Road, Westham, met their musical hero while he was filming in Wyke Regis.

Retired underwater weapons technician Mr James, 65, said: "He was a very nice, approachable man"

A lifetime's experience of underwater weapons?

Add this to the fact that his daughter was Dublin County under-9s javelin champion and we see a terrifying arsenal being stockpiled and readied.

The countdown has clearly begun. We might only have hours left.

de burgh: the mao of merseyside

A football team's colours are key to their identity. Fashions have come and gone, hems of shorts have gone from the knee to the crotch and back again, empires have risen and fallen, but the colours remain.

Wearing them to the match is part of the ritual, it declares the wearer to be part of something greater, something that pre-dates them and will live on after they're gone. The unbroken sweep of the same colour is part of the atmosphere in the ground.

So it's a big statement when Manchester United fans abandon their red, black and white and start wearing yellow and green. These were the original colours of the team when it started a over a century ago. They're being worn again as a statement about the roots of the club, specifically against their present capitalist scumfuck owners.

The takeover of top-flight football by Very Big Money Indeed affects all clubs, especially the 'big four' in England; Manchester United, Chelsea, Arsenal and Liverpool.

So, where would you go if you were looking for an unwitting army to conscript? If you want unswerving lifelong loyalty in a group tens of thousands strong, where better to place yourself than at the head of a supposed people's revolt in their name?

So it is that we see the recruiting sergeant of totalitarian shapeshifting lizards setting himself up as the Mao of Merseyside, pitting himself against Liverpool's present directors and painting himself as a scouse man of the people.

Laying into Liverpool's owners, Chris De Burgh said

These people are not football supporters, more importantly, they are not Liverpool Football Club supporters and they should go.

As an Argentinian-born Irish aristocrat, Chris De Burgh couldn't mock us more heartily. After the dark day of usurpment we will wonder how we were ever taken in by such talk.

The teams of the Premiership elite have an unmatched devout following, with 50,000 people jostling for tickets at every match, followed by millions around the world watching their every move with awe and adulation. And here he comes riding that focus, the Pied Piper of Argentina, leading us into lizardly dystopia.

If he's being so brazen, he must be confident that there is little time left to confront him. We might have only days to go.

save the children. actually, sod them.

Like many development charities, Save The Children see climate change as a major problem for their particular area of concern. The increased numbers of natural disasters it precipitates, and the slower changes too, will force huge migrations of people.

They're tripling their capacity to respond to emergencies and preparing for a proliferation of smaller emergencies that won't hit the headlines. Launching their Legacy of Disasters report in 2007, they said

Over the next decade, Save the Children estimates that up to 175 million children every year will be affected by climate-related natural disasters compared to 125 million a year between 1995 and 2005. Millions more children will be killed, forced to flee their homes and put at risk from hunger, disease and physical or sexual abuse...

Children in developing countries, where there are few adequate warning systems or strategies to lower risk, will also be most affected by 'slow-moving' disasters, including temperature extremes, desertification, and a rise in sea level brought by climate change.

Small-scale disasters, which are typically overlooked by the international community - will also intensify, most affecting vulnerable communities living rurally, on flood plains or on steep slopes at risk of erosion.

Climate change may seem like a far-distant threat to those of us in temperate climes with a buffer zone of welfare and mitigation to deploy. To people elsewhere, it's already a disaster.

So, you'd think anyone who really believed in what Save The Children have to say would try to limit their carbon emissions. As opposed to playing a Save The Children benefit concert and then, without irony, flying by private jet (carbon emissions 25 times greater than a normal plane) to a tax haven for - oh double whammy - the carbon profligacy of Formula 1 motor racing.

Chris de Burgh, the internationally renowned pop star, having just flown in by private jet from a Save the Children Fund concert, threaded his way through the celebrity-packed paddock formed up alongside the quayside at the Monaco Grand Prix.

Unthinking hypocrite? Or first against the wall?

the sins of the father

The bible is admittedly an obvious place to find weirdness.

Still, there in the old testament among books named after people (Isiah, Samuel) and events (Genesis, Exodus) is one called the Book of Numbers.

Like the other books, it contains words more than numbers, so why the name? I'd look into it if only I felt it mattered to me in the least.

Anyway, there's a particular verse in it;

The Lord is long-suffering, and of great mercy, forgiving iniquity and transgression, and by no means clearing the guilty, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth generation.
- Numbers 14:18

The Good Lord recently reminded us of this.

The daughter of singer Chris de Burgh went on to say that, occasionally, she does get people trying to have a go at her because of who she is.

"I don't dwell on them. More often than not, it's at two in the morning and there's someone singing Lady in Red"

the end is almost upon us

I've already talked of how and why Chris De Burgh is manoeuvring himself into position to be part of a unified world government as a way to ease the global takeover by shapeshifting lizards.

One element of his plan involves putting himself in the elite, so he not only gets an official position with the UN but now he also claims royal lineage, saying he's a direct descendant of Robert the Bruce and King David II of Scotland, Crusader Richard the Lionheart, and - perhaps most tellingly - William the Conqueror.

You know how I revealed the answer to the previously inexplicable move by Jim Bliss to Dublin, that it was to get some javelin practice in alongside De Burgh's daughter to be part of the lizard stormtrooper batallions?

Bliss recently revealed he was studying at Trinity College and illustrated it with a picture from Google Earth - reminding us that he and his lizard masters are watching over our every move.

Let's see, who else is at Trinity at the moment? 'His son Hubie, 19, is in his second year at Trinity College, Dublin'.

Bliss' rabid defence of De Burgh in many of my previous truth-seeking revelatory posts is explained. De Burgh is the lizards' minion, and Bliss is even lower than that, the minion of a minion, a diseased and snivelling wart-nosed louse feeding on the scrotum of a demon.

I've previously revealed how De Burgh's plan to unify the world under lizards requires the healing of great rifts in humanity; to that end he was the only international artist to play at the German reunification celebrations, and he's also off to Iran this summer. Well, obviously, there's more.

Like De Burgh's ancestor Richard the Lionheart, let's turn our attention to the Middle East. The Lebanese civil war is so deeply ingrained into our cultural memory that I still hear people describe somewhere dangerous or smashed up as being 'like Beirut'.

A reporter in Lebanon tells us 'the Lebanese civil war, in which 150,000 lives were lost, is the root cause of de Burgh's popularity.'

More than that, he was 'the first Western act to play here after the civil war'. Sounding familiar isn't it? The pattern, the plan, they become so clear now.

He's just released a duet with Lebanese singer Tina Yamout. 'She says she is still "shocked and in awe" to be working with de Burgh.'

'Shock and awe'? As in the tactics used to subjugate Iraq so it could become part of the American empire as the world unifies?

He proclaims peace in Germany and Iran and Lebanon, yet is proud of his imperialist castle and his descending from Crusaders. The knowledge is in the family, so clearly is the will to use it. No wonder the lizards chose him.

It's all so clear to those who will see. Yet everyone else, too scared to face the truth, scurries on with their heads in the sand. If it were possible to scurry while one's head was buried. It isn't, yet that is precisely the sort of twisted worldview that De Burgh and his reptilian masters have us living in.

We know that there may be only days left.

the mind control chaos begins

The Lady In Red.

A Spaceman Came Travelling.

Even Jim Bliss' favourite, When I Think Of You.

Trawl all you like through the murky pit of emetic sludge that is Chris De Burgh's repertoire, can you find anything that'd make you want to get pissed with your mates and mosh about?

So then, how come it's happening in New Zealand?

Chris de Burgh concert was marred by people vomiting and falling down a bank. A man was knocked unconscious in a brawl.

This is clearly beyond lively japes. It is the actions of people whose brains have fulminated and burst because the Lizard King is trying out his alien mind-control techniques.

It's surely no coincidence that this starts in New Zealand, the country whose media reported Oswald's arrest before it happened, clearly the centre of the plan to take over the world. It is quite plainly a sign.

We obviously haven't got long now.

unite for subjugation

They were so setting us up for an invasion of Iran because, like Iraq, it has a lot of oil and a government unfriendly to the West.

As early as last year, the Daily Telegraph was running maps showing the range of missiles from Iran and how they could hit the UK. Saddam's 45 minutes, anyone?

The only thing that could stop the looming invasion would be a sudden disappearance of our thirst for oil. Or else somebody with a power greater than the USA, who, we should remember, possess the largest arsenal of weaponry ever assembled. Neither sounds likely, does it?

Over and over the Americans talked of Iran's secret plans to make nuclear weapons and how stopping them was a matter of urgency. As recently as October, Vice President Dick Cheney was on his hind legs angling for invasion to avert Iran's feverish efforts to build nuclear weapons.

"Our country, and the entire international community, cannot stand by as a terror-supporting state fulfills its grandest ambitions," Cheney said in a speech Sunday to the Washington Institute for Near East Studies.

He said Iran's efforts to pursue technology that would allow it to build a nuclear weapon are obvious and that "the regime continues to practice delay and deceit in an obvious effort to buy time."

Then this month, the greater power stepped in.

A National Intelligence Estimate report - a pooling of the knowledge and opinions of all America's security services - said that Iran stopped its weapons programme in 2003, and would be unable to make nuclear weapons until 2010-2015, quite possible not until after then. Even if they wanted to, which it may not as Iran 'is less determined to develop nuclear weapons than we have been judging'.

It's a total U-turn for the USA, completely at odds with the extension of the oil empire. Overnight, it has squashed the drive to invade.

What was behind this? Who could be the puppeteer pulling such massive strings? Who could overrule Iran and the Americans at a stroke? Who is it who needs to heal international rifts so he can pave the way for a single world government of evil totalitarian shapeshifting lizards? Who - already noted as 'the only international artist to at the celebrations when East and West Germany were re-unified' - is now off to Tehran, the first Western musician to do so since the Islamic revolution of 1979 that banned all Western pop music?

mugabe's musical ally

President Robert Mugabe of Zimbabwe is one of the most vilified world leaders.

We often hear of pariahs like Mugabe, Saddam Hussain, Kim Il Jong, Suharto, etc, being compared to Hitler by those who dislike them. Mugabe, however, sets himself apart in the League of Evil by comparing himself to Hitler.

He goes one further. Indeed, ten further. 'Let me be a Hitler tenfold,' he declared.

And how would such a figure of gargantuan foulness celebrate their wedding? By hiring a band to play music of equally gargantuan evil, of course, invoking the darkest most dictatorial plotter ever to pick up a guitar.

on the day, his group played songs by Ottis Redding and Chris de Burgh among others... they proved at the wedding that they meant business when they performed songs such as Stand by Me and Lady in Red

de burgh cometh

De Burgh has been 'holidaying' in Mauritius. Yet the pictures show him up to his neck under a shroud. He taunts us as he dresses like Christ about to rise from the dead and ascend to heaven.





Mauritius is best known for a bird whose fate is so remarkable that, like the Titanic, it is commonly used as a metaphor. The dodo.

De Burgh mocks us in the end days, that our freedom is doomed to extinction and he shall rise messianic and we will be forced to bow down to him.

The process of overthrowing the current lizard rulers began with the assassination of Princess Diana. It's no mistake that De Burgh appears in his holy shroud at the same time as the unveiling of a painting of Diana's crash with the words of Lady In Red superimposed. De Burgh over the royals. It couldn't be more obvious.

We can only have a matter of days left.

de burgh's takeover looms

Remember how I warned you that evil lizard alien Chris de Burgh was wangling governmental posts? His insidious campaign continues.

The rearrangement of government in the UK has created the new Department of Business, Enterprise and Regulatory Reform, DBERR.

'Reform', one of those golden words of globalisation like 'modernise'. Because 'giving it away to the rich' and 'privatise' sound a little too controversial.

We can guess which way 'regulatory reform' will go. Expect to hear a lot about 'cutting red tape for business'. Who in their right mind wants more red tape? Yet who in their right mind thinks 'red tape' is a reasonable term for regulation that includes things like health and safety legislation and a whole slew of laws preventing employers and corporations from poisoning, maiming and exploiting us?

But anyway, it's not the function of the new department we're concerned with, it's the name, DBERR. Not snappy like DTI nor easily pronouncable like DEFRA is it?

The Daily Telegraph reports that it is being referred to in Whitehall as 'Chris', as in 'Chris DeBerr'.

Worse, the Telegraph advocate that it officially be called Chris, as the people who gave it the name have been indulging in a little acronymous computer hacking.

John Hutton should stamp his mark on the department by officially adopting the name. Aside from the ugliness of the DBERR acronym, it apparently also means database error in geek language and – according to a petition on No10’s website – is already wreaking havoc with computer systems nationwide.

If we can’t have the manageable DTI back, surely Hutton must embrace 'Chris' as a step forward?

A national newspaper, encouraging us to go the whole hog and embrace the Lizard Overlord! Not as anything so accountable as a minister, nor as something so ephemeral as an absolute monarch, but a permanent department of government itself.

These, surely, are our final days of liberty.

de burgh's dark day draws nearer

Is there no end to Chris De Burgh's evil manoeuverings, putting himself in place to herald the coming of totalitarian shapeshifting lizards?

He tries to obscure us from the beauty of human creativity both by inflicting his emetic albums on us and also by attempting to derail work of genuine worth. He buys up alien technology in readiness for the day his extraterrestrial lizard masters take over.

As the UN moves towards being global government, so it shouldn't surprise us to see that those who would seek to rule the world are getting themselves into key strategic positions within the UN.

Chris de Burgh has been appointed a UN ambassador for The Collaborative Intergovernmental Scientific Research Institute - Spirulina Program (CISRI-ISP) and its extension programme the Intergovernmental Institution for the Use of the Micro-Algae Spirulina Against Malnutrition (IIMSAM).

Why on earth would the UN think De Burgh's a decent goodwill ambassador for anything? Are they saying somebody starving at a refugee camp is going to go, 'well, I wasn't going to eat spirulina, but now the guy who sang Don't Pay The Ferryman says I should I'll chomp down all I can. You just see if I don't. If one can be said to chomp algae'.

Or is it to encourage the powerful to devote more attention? Will we see the wealthy nations stand up and declare, 'for too long we have been blind to the scientific opinion that spirulina is highly effective in feeding people with disorders resulting from malnutrition. Why did we ignore such a thorough and august body of opinion? Because it was merely nutritionists, food scientists and aid workers who recommended it. We could pay them no heed until we heard a voice that speaks for more than just the merely knowledgeable; we needed the voice that sang the na-na-na-na chorus of A Spaceman Came Travelling'.

There can be no goodwill brought by De Burgh. It's him getting himself into position. IIMSAM has Observer Status with the United Nations Economic and Social Council, allowing De Burgh privileged access to many parts of the world.

It's so obvious. Indeed, the De Burgh dynasty taunt us with it. His daughter won Miss World in 2003. Miss World! Assuming the title of global overlord, the crowned monarch of all humanity! It could scarcely be more plain!

She's also been prepared for the bloody struggle, trained from a young age to use deadly weapons - according to Wikipedia she was South County Dublin Under 9's javelin champion.

Isn't County Dublin the place where the previously cosmopolitan metropolitan Jim Bliss mysteriously and inexplicably moved to a year or so back? Suddenly Bliss' repeated rabid defences of De Burgh fall into place.

They have UN authority, Jim Bliss, javelins and a tiara. Everything an evil mastermind would need. Time is running out.

When you find my body kebabed to a wall by a javelin, dust the handle for Bliss' prints.

lizard alien

As regular Badgerers will know, Chris De Burgh is the minion of a race of alien shapeshifting lizards who work to take over planet earth.

De Burgh mocks us with his lyrics such as Don't Pay The Ferryman (about not trusting those in powerful positions) and A Spaceman Came Travelling (about an alien come to take over the world). He tries to weaken us into a state of advanced nausea with The Lady In Red.

He tries to deflect our opprobrium by being nice to some lovely donkeys.

But it won't wash, De Burgh! Despite Jim Bliss falling for it and buying all your albums on all formats, the rest of us are smarter than you realise! When you use your fortune to amass alien technologies, we know it is a blatant admission of your lizardly ways!

Thus I was not fooled into any other conclusion when I saw the headline - I shit you not - Chris de Burgh buys Alien 'icon'

donkeys vs lizards

As regular readers will know, I hold a deep conviction that Chris De Burgh is evil.

And I'm pleased to report that, despite - let's name and shame here - Jim Bliss trying to stuff the ballot box in De Burgh's favour, the poll in the sidebar shows that a clear majority of you agree with me.

So share in the emotional turmoil that has overwhelmed me since I discovered that De Burgh is nice to donkeys. In 1999 he joined a sponsored walk for a donkey sanctuary and played two benefit gigs for them.



Perhaps he's trying to mess with our understanding of moral absolutes, he's trying to soften us up, it's all part of his evil plan to let the lizards catch us unawares.

Don't let the equine cosiness make you drop your guard. He could strike at any time.

let the people decide again

Having pondered the meaning of Nick Drake, in January I put a readers' poll in the sidebar to let the people decide.

You get several options to say what you really believe Chris De Burgh to be.

Sadly, two regulars here at Bristling Badger - Jim Bliss and RA - kept voting for the 'Not very good but the first couple of albums have nice tunes on, which is more than you can say for Huey Lewis' option.

I think the public should also be aware that these defenders of De Burgh are also the only two defenders of Neil Diamond's recorded works I've ever met. They clearly forfeit the right to any credible opinion about music.

Anyway, the upshot was that this totally unacceptable response was romping ahead in the poll. I now confess that in order to counter this, I entered into a little untoward ballot rigging.

Then, for some reason, the poll disappeared. There was just a page saying the poll had closed, even though I'd not asked for it to do so. I fear Pollhost might have sussed my Orange Countyisms, but what I think is more likely and a lot more funny is if some fuckin Chris De Burgh fan googled in to the site and complained to Pollhost.

Anyway, I restarted the poll and left it for a geniune response. But this last week that 'he's not so bad' option has been creeping up. Jim or RA have noticed the poll's live again.

So please, my dear devoted reader, go vote in the sidebar poll. Do your bit for taste, decency, and the prevention of the world being conquered by shapeshifting lizards singing The Lady In Red.

let the people decide

Scroll down, look in the sidebar and vote in the Chris De Burgh explanatory poll

on the other hand

Having thought about it some more - and that's all I've been doing this last few days - I've come up with an alternative explanation for the Drake/De Burgh and Bowie/Krankies collaborations.

Obviously it's still supernatural. Such an occurence is too weird not to have cosmic significance. But maybe, just maybe, it's not about the triumph of lizard-run global totalitarianism. I now suspect that the stage at Marlborough that day was, in effect, a metaphysical filmset.

In the afterlife, whether it's the vengeant wrath of the Abrahamic God or some fluffier eastern deity giving you things to ponder for a couple of aeons before your next incarnation, I think there's a room where certain people have to watch these baffling collaborative perfomances constantly.

People like Mohammed Atta and the pilots of 9/11.

People like Joseph Goebbels, the Nazi propaganda minister who killed his six children just before his suicide.

People like that American bomber pilot on CNN just after the war started. She was asked if it bothered her that there were people down there where she was dropping tons of explosives. 'I have a strong faith,' she said, 'and I figure I'm doing the work God put me here to do'. Mr Atta couldn't have put it better himself.

They get led into the room by St Peter, who removes their eyelids. Then he says, 'you people! You really think one person can be entirely good or evil? The world is straighforward moral absolutes and in this infantile dualistic vision the two sides are always represented by opposed individual personifications? Eh?'

'Why is it you vicious simpletons who believe in this shit always think it's you that's Good?

Turning to the projection booth he says, 'roll the film, Azrael'. The image of the Krankies doing Starman fills every wall, the soundtrack thunderously loud. The audience react as we all did when we first saw it - shocked, stunned, confused, frightened, their lower jaws dangling making ubububub noises. Only unlike us, these poor wretches have nowhere to look, they are compelled to watch.

'What do you make of that then? And that's nothing - check this out', Peter declares. 'Show the main feature, Az...'

And there it is: Nick Drake and Chris De Fuckin Burgh, voluntarily singing together, on a loop, indefinitely.

'Always good versus evil?' Peter chuckles to himself on the way out. 'Right, sure'

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If only there were evil people somewhere insidiously committing evil deeds and it were necessary only to separate them from the rest of us and destroy them. But the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being.
- Alexander Solzhenitsyn

nick drake corrupted by lizard minion

Following the profoundly upsetting collision of David Bowie and The Krankies on Starman, I've discovered something comparably weird.

Some artists create music that is as good as music can ever be. You might find music that's different to Kind of Blue or Bob Marley, but you'll not find music that's better. Music that is immensely personal and yet universal, clearly a kind of high-water mark against which other endeavours can be compared.

Nick Drake is one of those artists. His work is holy, haunting, enveloping, wise, mystical, graceful and complete. It can float over you on a balmy summer's evening making you feel like a petal spinning on a warm breeze, and yet be right in there with you articulating your thoughts on the darkest of lonely nights.

It goes right into you now and yet - and this is the real magic - it somehow feels just as much in you even when you change, it sort of becomes part of you and grows with you. It achieves what the greatest art achieves, it makes us feel understood, it shows us new ways to see, it informs and affirms.

Writing in last November's issue of the absolutely amazing Arthur magazine, occult elder statesman Genesis P-Orridge described Nick Drake's music;

The intensity of melancholia drenching the analog tape, the sheer PRESENCE of his voice is an honour to share, as is the raw intensity with which he describes turmoil, creating confusion in us by delicately flecking every edge of his words with guilty beauty

Among Nick's schoolmates at Marlborough was a lad called Chris Davison. This being the 1960s, there were a number of bands among the boys at the school.

The alarming element comes in the specific memory of Nick and Chris' Marlburian contemporary Simon Crocker. He clearly remembers Drake and Davison 'on the same stage together singing the old boys' song'. It's goosing because Davison is better known to us by his stage name. Chris de Burgh.

De Burgh is not just The Krankies to Drake's Bowie, cos it's not just a cover version it's a collaboration. This is the people who gave us Northern Sky and The Lady In Red singing as one. Imagine if there were some 1966 incidence of The Krankies and Bowie performing together.

In further weirdness, De Burgh was one of the fawning twats who gushed sappy saccharine sentimental shite on the day of Diana's funeral. His royal connections run deeper, as he was at school not only with Nick Drake but also Mark Phillips, who went on to marry Princess Anne.

Princess Anne is for some reason now known as the Princess Royal. Isn't royalty implicit in the term 'princess'? How could she, or anyone else, be a princess and not be royal? Doesn't this title cause consternation and/or confusion amongst other equally royal princesses? I'd look into it if only I could convince myself it possibly mattered in the least.

But anyway, if we take it as read that the royals are indeed a bunch of shapeshifting lizards bent on world domination, then we can clearly see De Burgh as some toady minion, polluting and corrupting the forces of light and humanity - such as Nick Drake and his ability to make some of the most beautiful music ever recorded - and preserving our subjugated torpor.

Why else was De Burgh so avid about getting in on Nick Drake's musical action? Fortunately Nick appears to have been aware of his mission to deliver to the world his great music, and consciously fought off the lizardly usurper De Burgh. As Simon Crocker remembered;

The thing was that Nick was absolutely the musical director. There was a bunch of us together, but Nick was the musical centre... [De Burgh] was very keen, always wanting to join in... I remember him as being quite pushy, and Nick wasn't pushy at all and didn't like pushy people

(source: 'Nick Drake' by Patrick Humphries)

De Burgh is obviously part of the Lizard scheme for ruling all humankind. Indeed, he says as much in his song A Spaceman Came Travelling. Whilst, on initial examination, it appears to be some space-age rewrite of the Christian nativity, when you read it through it seems to be more about aliens coming to dominate the planet under a guise of enlightenment.

Which, tellingly, is also the case with Starman by David Bowie, which is where we came in.

Shit - I think Bowie, De Burgh and The Krankies are all in it together.

If I suddenly die in mysterious circumstances you'll know it's because I knew too much.