I'm on a coach with my girlfriend. It seems to be a very long trip to wherever we're going. The coach trip even involves going on a short ferry trip. Midway, we get bored, since the coach isn't comfortable and the driver is miserable. We decide to get off.
We're in a small town. I've no idea where it is, but I get the feeling I've been there before. Our friend Neil Luckett is with us. He's rather excited as he's descovered something and wants us to go and see.
We follow Neil into an old Tudor house and manage to gate-crash a funeral. People there are crying as they watch a very old, silent home movie. We apologise. Neil leads up some old winding stone steps and tells us it won't be far. We climb out onto the roof with him and there's a magnificent view across a massive city. In the middle stands a giant statue of a disfigured girl.
Monday, 15 October 2007
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