Jack your bodySteve Silk Hurley
I’d rather Jack… than Fleetwood fucking (fucking) Mac.
OK, so FM did Albatross which is OK when you’re having a nice grassy green moment but… apart from that… yuck.
And I don’t mean the brilliant band Yuck… I just mean, FM… yuck. And yack. Yucky-yack.
So yesterday, after the latest version of the book was sent out for review, a panda dawdle with Dreamscape. Ah, but who IS Dreamscape? Is Dreamscape a conspiracy concocted by the CIA to throw us all off the scent about their arms deals with Iraq?
Or maybe Dreamscape is a complex network of underground tunnels so that rich people can move about the planet without having to get stuck in traffic jams with peasants in their Seat Leons?
Ah the enigma and mystery.
Suffice to say… Dreamscape has danced on stage with Prodigy, knows all about bumble sharks and Dalek Dogging and can dance gangam style.
Importantly, the cubs love a Dreamscape adventure and their psycho-radars are still silent… which is a damned mighty fucking blummin’ fine thing.
Finally… Dreamscape adventures keep me on the Golden Path.
As the Outhere Brothers once said…. Boom Boom Boom.