Ian the Blue was asleep.
Again.

Only this time he was playing guitar. Fast.

and a long way away, somewhere within the depths of his unconscious, somewhere inbetween jigs and reels, his unconscious was talking.... "h how the b bloo bloomin' nn kn nnora did i g get heeere?"


........the green vile stuff had been having odd effects on ItB's brain. Slowly while the chords and rythms of the external world began incresing in velocity, ItB's nerves began to slow, and stop, one by one.
as always the last chord was D9.

but Ian the Blue

was Dead.