In the room only ‘Gibson’ was there, lying in bed and watching a film called PIG TROUBLE (Soviet Kino 1935) while ‘Crispin’ was out at work in the knitting factory. Apparently even the actors on television stopped what they were doing in the middle of a scene and stared and started to cry when Naomi walked in and was re-united with Porridge/Gibson and apparently even the chamber maids in the corridor outside came running and danced and sang, and apparently even real rose petals ® fell from the ceiling and apparently luminous yellow stuff rained on the piazza from the heavens up above. N and Porridge/Gibson were overjoyed.

At six (6) o clock when Spatula/Crispin had not returned they were a bit worried and began to speculate a little in hushed tones. At seven (7) they were very worried and at eight (8) they knew for certain that something was wrong. At nine (9) there came a knock upon the door but neither Naomi nor Porridge had the guts to answer it. The person (or whatever it was) knocked several times, waited then knocked again but still N and P could do nothing cept sit still immobile there on the bed. They could hear the person get out a pen and paper and start writing something but still neither of them dare move to find out what was up. Their ‘hearts were in their mouths’. Then after a while a slip of yellow-type paper came slipping under the door and footsteps of the person went stumbling away.

In a silence wherein you could hear the beat of a butterflies wings Naomi got up and picked up the paper, unfolding it hurriedly and handed it to Porridge for she couldn’t read. Porridge read it out loud and for all its contents his voice box did not falter. The note sed:

The Person Crispin Killed in A Accident at UNilever sometime today. APologies. Sincerely . . .

And then there was a unreadable signature.

Naomi fainted and Porridge too felt a bit weak, as tho one (1) half of him had been taken away and would never return – like the cells in his body themselves were ‘rent asunder’ © and like the poets said, love, love will tear us apart.

A month of weird dreams. Rain clouds inside an office building. A glass cat. Two kids on a kidney machine. A man with dynamite taped to his chest.

In Porridge’s dream (recurring) the Gods are arguing about the ethics and codes of their behaviour. One group maintains that since no one believes in them anymore they are not obliged to behave in any particular way – to set standards or act like a mouthafuckin role model. A 2nd group argue that God-hood is an intrinsic quality whose essence has to be maintained regardless of changes in their perception (or non-perception) in the outside world. In the dream Porridge finds himself standing up suddenly to speak and crying out in passion thus: