Listen!

Last night I dreamed I went to Brondesbury again; in that room by the rail-line where night became day and day became night in a timeless world where T.S. Eliot communed with Dylan, Una Fogarty waltzed by the waves of yet another dreamed-up ocean, and nothing so drab as reality was ever seen to part the veils of blue smoke, where Syd and The Floyd piped their ethereal majesty - until London and tardy reality finally rumbled into life, in the process blowing open a world that had yet to be, in the process laying waste the Golden Gates Of Dawn.

This being the first in a series of readings from the book for you, my special customers.

Gertie P.