Ahoy there pop pickers. Apologies in advance for this post. I’ve had some sort of poisonous jungle-fever, (ok a virus) and it’s reshuffled my brain cards so they don’t quite add up. ‘Normal’ service will resume shortly, courtesy of Doctor Codeine and his merry band of aspirins. But in the meantime I’m taking this opportunity to spout absolute nonsense.
For starters, I’ve been having weird dreams full of witch trees and evil grandmas. When I’m in them, I know I’m dreaming, but it’s like I’m stuck on a loop and I can’t wake up. Eventually I get so bored, the force of my yawn propels me back into the real world, but then it’s three in the morning and I’m too hot and I’ve entered the Twilight Zone where everything is Really Weird. My mouth is full of stars and if you listen very carefully you can hear the mice singing the Magic Roundabout theme tune. So if you’ll excuse me, there’s a submarine made of cheese that needs my attention. Over and bingo.