"All that is gold does not glitter
Not all those who wander are lost
The old that is strong does not wither
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken
A light from the shadows shall spring
Renewed shall be blade that was broken
The crownless again shall be king"

To the land of ice and snow, where there's midnight sun, and the hearth-rings glow, ride with us to a new land. On the main deck there'll be tunes for the techno and trance warriors, while back at the quayside tavern it'll be the welcoming warmth of Deep & techy-house, soul and jazz. Oh, yeah.. and there'll be a special Halloween treat from London's underground acid-trance scene. The Longship sails at 9pm

Here again in altered reality
Only infered in the haze of the room
the music on low,zoom
your ears pick up on a beat, a song
the future sound of london
it twists its way in squirming
a path to your brain, insane
here it comes billowing smoke
passed from some bloke
you don't really know
but you're still good mates
through jumping the gate
into a dope religion
its joining all, world-wide
large, medium or small
losing it, touch with reality
strange deranged prearranged
going completely into one
the music from ambience to violence
with the grace of a florence
painter like a da vinci, Leonardo
all thoughts and emotions become snow
on the wings of a dreamtrip, you float
myself like to digest and to compress
the feeling into words on the page
the meaning is here but hidden
in case it is forbidden to know
thought patterns grow
to take in the world a place of
altered reality only inferred
in the haze of the room
the music on low,zoom

This night was a very proud moment in our history as we welcomed our first 'booked' DJ to Hanky Panky. Oberon didn't dissapoint as he laid down some choice pumping acidic trance tunes for over two hours, and had "a most enjoyable time! ". Thanks Les.