Well I just happened to tell that Mr.Mills about my “Lost Factories” dream, and he has the temerity to try and turn it into a reality. He does a chalk drawing of MY head on the floor and fills it with all of the things that were in MY dream:He then (rather crudely I must say), bends bits of steel rod into the shape of my head, before shaping (very crudely) and welding (very crudely) steel sheets on to it. Idiot. I wish I had as much spare time to idly waste.
It’s at this point I start to worry. He makes my glasses and I can begin to see what he’s getting at:
A ridiculous moustache,is followed by what he imagines is nose hair. I have no idea where THAT inspiration came from:
THEN, he puts a fairy in my hair. What is this man on?
This is swiftly followed by scarecrows and factories, water rats and shipyards, rockets and trains… the list goes on. I should never have told him about it.
And as if sticking the whole lot onto a set of wheels wasn’t rubbing enough salt into the wounds,
he puts a crab about to go down my collar:
Well you can kindly just skedaddle Mr.Mills – I shan’t be telling YOU any more of my dreams.
Coming soon(er or later), the new bustblocker: