Friday night

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Everybody I know is having scans and tests and procedures. And 'oscopies: cameras shoved down their throats an up their bums. And bits of 'em cut out and sent for Analysis. And all to stop them from dying. To delay their journey to that great re-cycling plant in the sky.

They've stopped doing Kronenbourg in the pub. They've replaced it with San Miguel, which is not as strong but a very smooth beer. So that's alright, then.

There are things and there are symbols. Symbols are just as real as things - but they are not things.

I had a nightmare the other night and woke up about 3am and was inspired to write a story about it.