While the banished gods Spatula and Porridge wandered the earth all stripped of their powers and dressed in humble Shell suits their ‘truest love’ © Naomi at first did not mourn their loss. She was a modern girl after all and hip to a different kind of beat so with the gods out of the way she soon ended up going out with another bloke and took a job in the coffee shop at Woolworths.

Months of this passed – her cleaning tables and her bloke (who was a bit of a loner) coming in at the end of the shift and chatting to her as the male menopausal boss scowled on in disapproval. Naomi didn’t mind the cafe – in fact she quite liked all the sailors or lorrydrivers what came in there and told stories of far way places down the motorway which is like a freeway in the Endland only not so free.

Anyhow. At a certain point things began to sea-change for Naomi so that for example she put on some weight and felt bad about her self and body parts. Also 1 nite Naomi had a dream abt living in America, near the border with Mexico. In the dream she had to cross the border every day – once in the morning and once in the evening – and each time she crossed it she lost something useful (a light bulb or a razor blade), robbing her of her heritage and a will to survive. This dream upset Naomi no end and when she woke from it she decided to dump The Loner guy and try to patch things up with Porridge and Spatula. She looked for news of them in the free-papers and made enquiries at some certain niteclubs and amusement halls where they used to hang out. All to no avail.

In point of fact, in order to save themselves from regular beatings, the brothers had been forced to adopt of more normal human names and henceforth went abt their lives under the aliases of Crispin and Gibson and thus, like the poets say, for all the world it seemed like Porridge and Spatula had disappeared. Together the ex-gods ‘Crispin’ and ‘Gibson’ had abt as much luck as ex-miners, ex-paras, ex-lovers and ex-cons tend to do – i.e. not fucking much – and in general the two fell on hard times and fell in with a bad lottery. If anyone asked them who they were and what the fuck they thought they were staring at they told their cover story of how they were brothers and travellers from an antique land and how they weren’t staring at anything but only minding their own business on a visitation to Endland in order to purchase up some parts for a oil refinery.