30^th June 2017 

J. T. Walsh. I forgot about him. Good actor.

23^rd June 2017

Strangeness comes in many forms, my ancient, pagoda-silhouetted university lecturer told me and the rest of my class. Well, I say university lecturer, he was actually a gasman. And I say class, but it was actually just me and three skeletons glued to my head. And I say talking, but he was actually communicating via a series of gestures, timed lights and tearful writhing. 

        Anyway, where was I?

        Oh yeah, I remember: so there I was, plunging through Earth’s atmosphere with only forty-five seconds left before the best haberdashery in town closed for the day…

21^st June 2017

Borrow a professional ape-groomer’s artificial leg during the night and does he let you forget about it? Does he fuck.