Trizz

Running away from the house. Always totally chancing it. Someone really trying to catch me. Very frightened as I tried to get away from my mother and father. They were very upset. At one point I was inside the house grubbing about, trying to come and go without being noticed. My mother was wandering about-

Jandritt

Emm Emm seated playing a huge amorphous string instrument, the principal sound emanating from long, sprawling flat noodle-like strings, flailing hypnotically like an octopus's legs. He would take the bow and tease these billowing strands, causing them to vibrate and twist upon themselves, like pre-formed pasta-

Chertle

I'm in a taxi(?) with TV presenter June Sarpong. She and I are sitting in the back and Jonathon Ross is in the passenger's seat in front of me. He isn't saying much and I just seem to recognise and know him from his blue suit and the back of his head/hair. I can't recall the driver at all. We are driving next to the sea, only a crash barrier between us and the water. It's a bright day and feels like Scotland-

I see Elton John close up (looking particularly '90's, also in his standard blue suit), as if he is giving in interview, and am impressed by his hair and friendly demeanour. As we approach (what I know is) a railway station/airport I make a joke about the sea being no danger in relation to our methods of transport - June is taking a plane and I am taking a train - that falls completely flat-

Arriving at our destination I offer to help June with her luggage. She insists on taking her luggage (from the boot) on her own, but is dragging it back to front, the wheels not quite on and off the ground and the bag itself being scraped along the tarmac as a result. I say I will take care of it and take the long 'U' pull handle from her. There's a strange, vivid moment, simply seeing her large, masculine(?) hand in a kind of freeze frame grip before I do so. The pair of us continue walking and enter the building-

At this point things get confusing, as the interior seems very tight, as if we are already on a train or wherever, lots of grey panels, enclosed spaces and industrial flooring. June must have gone for her plane - I think we part? - and I am alone in negotiating these tight corridors and just as tight staircases. I walk through a narrow door and suddenly have this sense I have passed through and am on a train travelling in the wrong direction. (In something of a panic) I ask an older lady and she tells me I have come a stop in the other direction and that I must change at the next to go back-

Verrif

Driving along a motorway. A Marilyn Monroe lookalike was walking along at the roadside. She was wearing a white shiny dress. Despite being blonde she did not really facially resemble Marilyn. Her cheekbones and jaw were more defined. She was still very beautiful though. Pee Bee, myself and someone else saw her. I tried first to chat her up. We all sort of competed for her attention in turn but she kept being very non-committal. She continued to walk ahead of us - we would lose her and we'd either catch up on her or she'd suddenly catch(?) up on us again. At one point we all were eating bacon. I was carefully chopping out the fat on mine. The Marilyn-alike was beginning to come around to us at last-

First day back in my second year of University. Jay Cee had some kind of lock up full of models and related stuff. I met him and helped him empty it. I got some white plasticard boxes he didn't want. When we got back to Uni(?), 6 other folk and him, as he told me on the steps, were off to Spain for 2 weeks. So off they went and I was lost. I went inside and up the stairs. Hundreds of folk milling about. The real worry was that I was late and did not know which Unit I was in. The tutor Pee EmmCeeCee was hanging about in Unit 3. Like so-

As usual he looked totally mental. I went along to Unit 6. Emm Cee was the tutor there. I glimpsed him through all the partitioning screens at that end. I was sort of following Ayy Cee about up and down the corridor. He didn't have a clue either. I could not find the list of Units. I talked to a (man-like but actually a) woman tutor who was trying to help. She gave us a tiny wee sort of envelope filled with tiny wee Post-It note paper with silly designs on them. Like so-

I then took a folded bit of paper off the wall opposite to the noticeboard area. It was a useless old results sheet or something-

Burtllap

Broad stairwell, akin to Hope Street Studio's in Glasgow, with the same glossy red and matt white colour scheme, but more square. The stairs are absent, and I clutch perilously to hanging elasticated strips, suspended from above, holding on for dear life. People below are encouraging me to be confident, but each attempt at progress brings with it yet another strip, seemingly more dangerous and unsafe than the last-

Caotene

At a concert to see the band Acetone. At first I am outside in the street. It is dark, but well lit by streetlights. I am with Bee Aitch and we are walking to the venue(?). I am next with guitarist Mark Lightcap and we are chatting-

I recall seeing drummer Steve Hadley outside, standing in the streetlight next to his parked VW van. He looks small, thin and weathered but in many ways also healthy, young and tanned. He is quite distant from me and I am cautious of him, wary that he might not be too friendly-

Inside the bar is an 'L' shape and there are 2 or 3 women staffing it. The gig is unusual - someone (Steve?) tells me in passing Mark has lost his confidence so won't be playing. I recall a long semi-ambient guitar instrumental, all gently shimmying chords and drifting notes. This - I can see the back side of some record I do not know - is the first track from the record too, noted as running at 7:29. There is a break on the artwork then a jumble of other indiscriminate track names then another break for a final track, again listed as 9 minutes or so long-

I meet Steve outside and he is very welcoming and friendly. I see two young girls (I recall thinking they are his daughters?), just visible by the dim streetlight, sitting belted in the back seat of his VW van as I walk past-

I am back in the bar pestering Mark to let me buy him a drink. He orders a cup of (very strong, black) coffee and I have the same. The lip of my mug is all mottled and aged and for some reason there is a streak of Fairy Washing Up Liquid across the top of it-

This is all I can taste, and it peppers my remaining experience, but I drink the coffee anyway. He and I pass through the bar and are walking outside near to some water (perhaps a river or canal?). At one point there is a strange and quite frightening bang! and it seems as if two boats on the river have collided. Mark seems unconcerned, though I am a little scared. We start talking about Youtube, and the recent Acetone channel. Mark understands about bringing all their music together and not have it randomly spread across many channels and broken up into individual tracks-