One day a thousand years ago there was a man standing outside a church in what is now modern Ipswich, England. He was filthy and very possibly deranged. Every day that man would rise from his rat infested pile of rags that was his alley bed and berate the citizens of the town. Churchgoers believed him a saint of some persuasion until he began to defile the steps of the local church in all sorts of ways all the while screaming against God and the king. One day in the middle of having one of his bizarre public fits, he stood board straight, fell silent and closed his eyes. Slowliy he raised his hands as if suddenly realizing a triumph, his eyes opened. The people stared on in curious wonder as he began to chant: "The Moving Front! The Moving Front!" He pumped his fists as he took a victory lap of the church. Then he said "One thousand years, The Moving Front! woooohooo!" and died right there in the street. No one ever new what that was about, and the man didn't really exist, but ONE THOUSAND YEARS LATER THEMOVING FRONT WAS BORN!!!!