Last night the Aunt and I were sitting outside the Hairy Canary - she on the phone to her mother and me trying not to worry about the fact that we had to have full fat tonic with our gins. I always request slimline and they never have it and obviously don't see any point in getting any in. Anyway, I was sitting there minding my own business when I saw a vision. The Spanish Goth was legging it across the zebra crossing!
Now - I happen to know that he is currently incarcerated in the Big Blogger house so the only way I can explain what I saw is to summise that he has perfected the art of astral projection. Something that I have been trying to do deliberately since, at the age of fourteen, I had a very nasty root canal filling and was given laughing gas of some kind in order to keep me in the chair. The gas had the effect, not only of taking away the pain, but allowing me to leave my body and come and stand behind the dentist to watch while he continued with the torture. At the time it seemed perfectly natural and I watched him drilling and filling and when I was sure that he had finished I slipped back into my body and giggled my way home.I have since tried to do this at will but even with the aid of certain mind altering substances have never been able to repeat the experience.
Or is there another explanation for this goth sighting?