When one thinks of Great Britain, we think of Downton Abbey, Queen Elizabeth, punks with big mohawks, and of course, Winston Churchill.
We might think about Stonehenge, Rendelsham Forest, and of course, David Icke.
We do not, however, think about train stations, excavated UFO’s, and the desiccated corpses of giant grasshoppers who may or may not be, our Martian Mind Control Overlords, bent on Complete World Domination.
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