September 19th 2018. Nick B has had his hair cut; nothing strange there. However, he's had a rather striking bleach job, too! He reminds me of an early 1970s Michael Caine - though, I can't recall seeing him with such a hair style. "It's not such a brilliant job," says Nick B. "I have … Continue reading dream diaries…38
September 13th 2018. Walking around a charity shop in a strange town. I have a copy of Hammer of The Gods, the Led Zeppelin book, in my back pocket. I'm about 3/4 of the way through it. September 14th 2018. Philip A is angry. Angry at the world. Angry at himself. He … Continue reading dream diaries…36
September 6th 2018 (Northeast England). Wandering round, lost, in a Dickensian N.W.6 (London), trying to locate my phone. I remember leaving it on a wall in an alley. But what wall? What alley? I am like Wee Willy Winkie in my nightgown! September 7th 2018. The dead are lost. They walk around, … Continue reading dream diaries…34
