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It’s a dream:
walking (home, perhaps)
when I bump
into Alex James,
the bass player
from Blur. I
say “Hi”, he
says “Hi” - we
shake hands, his
is very light,
mine is quite
electric. I point
out that we
are both wearing
black bottoms and
red tops - he
looks as if
it is not
a coincidence to
cherish. We walk
to a building,
he opens a
garage door and
he invites me
in (to his
studio?). I pretend
to be excited
pretending not to
be excited.
There’s a red
sports car under
a leather cover,
everything suddenly seems
derelict but the
tiny, fastest sports
car. I stay
behind to close
the door - he
smashes a mouse
with his hand
covered by a
towel - I watch
in a mixture
of awe and
repulsion. He goes
(upstairs, I imagine).
I feel a
sharp pain in
my right shin -
I see a
mouse’s teeth stuck
in it - with
a key I
try to remove
the little rodent.
I surrender to
its determined grip.
I think, smile
and say “Ouch”