Lewal

I am sitting in a long anteroom – aware of a larger (living) space at my back. I am seated in a single-moulded stylish white plastic chair. There are two more chairs to my right, nearer the (open) entrance/doorway through, and a further single chair opposite me. My younger bother sits next to me and Emm Kay, a former female office co-worker, is in the seat next to him. We seem to be taking/awaiting instructions from the (unseen) individual across from me -

Emm is smoking a fine cigar which she informs me is a 'WALL-E' brand. I say I had no idea that the animated film tied-in in such a way. I'm glad of my brother as I hide myself behind him somewhat, embarrassed as I am in the presence of Emm. The instructor then begins to tutor us through putting on some sort of roomy/rubbery space suit (that seems to cross over into oddly shaped swimming pool safety inflatables) -

Niforl

Coin Collecting & Numismatic Magazine - Coin World

My old friend Aye Dubya and I seem to be competing over some ancient money and I settle for 17 (likely) Florins, comprising a 2, a 5 and a 10 coin, holding them up and inspecting them proudly. Aye seems aggrieved somehow, suspecting I now have more (in value?) than him -

Both he and his mother give pursuit, the action switching to an outdoor environment with a lawn – I have no recollection of the dreamescape's 'before'. We seem to be circling the grass and I drop my coins, packed together as they are in a small, clear, sealed plastic bag, by the upstand to the lawn. I keep hoping Aye hasn't noticed while I keep trying to dig them in with the toe of my shoe. A dog seems to be buzzing around me, threatening my clumsy plan -

Wushlyre

I am walking on a dull and damp (feeling) day, a gentle drizzle falling (in the mind). The colours are muted. A silence falls over everything as I walk over a stone railway bridge, bushes and trees on either side of the line. (It could be my childhood home of Largs, such is the feel of the place.) -

I pass a man who enters the scene from a street to my right. He has a huge dog on a lead that, as he struggles to control it, leaps and bounds, pounding at the pavement/road. I'm quite surprised, not to say scared, by how slender a command he has over it -

I turn off to the same street on the right where another man allows his dog to chew on the boot of a fellow in a high-vis vest who lies struggling in the road. I intervene and the man calls a halt to his dog. The bloke in the vest, visibly shaken, gets to his feet. The man with the dog is of British Asian descent, with an almost creamy sheen to his beautifully smooth light brown skin, close cropped hair, a long, strong chin and small, bright and knowing eyes. By contrast the man who was under attack is jet black with a goatee beard and wide, imploring eyes – I almost get the impression he is apologising, as if I should not have gotten involved -

I look back at the British Asian man, who is slyly amused, smirking at my saying I will report him to the Police. I notice he now has a huge mop of curly hair, here greying, here dark. As I bluster and bumble in the face of his disconcerting indifference – not helped by the distraction of his victim seemingly interjecting on his behalf – I spot he has a car number plate hung about his neck, the letters and numbers on display across his chest. How silly of me to not think of using this to identify him to the authorities -

Cilernuh

The actress Tia Carrere (of the show Relic Hunter) is willing to pay 5 million pounds if my son (aged 3) will hunt her down (with a gun?) and try to kill her. I explain he's too young but ask about another wee boy (aged 6?) who is expressing an interest. Perhaps I could broker a deal for a 20% share, a cool 1 million-

Lavinia-

Lacantoab

Canal Boat Holidays: Barge, Narrow Boat & Canal Boat Hire in the UK

My long-time friend Aye Dubya and I are involved in some sort of canal boat race/venture.... only I seem to be speeding ahead without him (as ever...), somewhat conscious of this fact. At times the (narrow) canal has no locks at all, simply sloping up to dry land. At times like these the boat merely shrivels up akin to a long deflated balloon-

Are we racing against two young women? This attractive pair in their early 20s appear to be following me/us and there is definitely something of a rapport. One of them sports a light blue top, a single strap over one shoulder, that has material spikes 2-3 inches long all over the surface. I experience a pang of disappointment at one point when she takes it off – given the jaggy top's bulk it seems her breasts, quite small in another halter/crop top underneath, are not as big as I imagined-

I emerge from some sort of narrow tunnel next to a great building structure. A friendly enough guy with cosy(?) ginger hair and a blue suit approaches me, asking if I know where I am/what it is? He tells me it is Ibrox (stadium) and I try to feign that I am impressed (whilst inside I wish I had the courage to say that I don't care... that no one cares)-

Eruisq

I am at a 'teen party gig' at a house. Former The Stone Roses guitarist John Squire is present and he plays a new song on an acoustic guitar. It's very short and when he gets to the solo he either falters or fluffs (intentionally?) and stops playing abruptly. We all clap to help him find the time – too fast and we cannot. He gives us a mocking smile. I help find a slower rhythm. John then plays a short, sharp solo and again finishes up abruptly, the song over?-

Now outside, John is firing a cap gun at an upended popcorn paper bag (a return to his “prankster past”?. Foam? He then plays his solo album song Joe Louis which quickly descends into babble only to, as the melody nags, emerge into a jolly song (I Am The Walrus?) by The Beatles-

John Squire - Joe Louis

Pofp

Myself and my erstwhile work colleague Jay Cee. FOPP has shut. It is empty save for my old Hope Street Studio companion Dee Zee and a record player. We need to be at the Studio for 6. My old childhood neighbours Ess and his brother Bee Arr are there. We sit about-

I am now in Avalanche Records where they have two Acetone DVDs at £8 each. Unfortunately both are smashed – will still play? - so I ask if I may test them (without paying?). FOPP is shut-

The Acetone DVDs have now turned into audio cassettes. I play them at home and it seems to be a mixture of live and demo tracks. There is also a Verve cassette that I open. The price tag inside is £35!-