Past, present, future
Ha ha, I've just been laughing with Joby about that squat we used to live in in Brighton. Alan put his trousers in to soak in a plastic bowl in the bathroom one day. He went off somewhere for a couple of weeks, and meanwhile, a pigeon flapped in the window and made a nest in his trousers. It was really happy there, so we all just left it. When Alan came back, he was furious.
It's been so hot today the cats came up and complained, and asked me to turn the heating off. So I took off their little fur coats and hung them on the washing line, and they felt better after that
That's tomorrow, isn't it?
(Happy intergalactic Joby day, Joby, Celestial Seasonings to you)