That's all very well but i am trying desperately to remember the facts, if indeed there were any facts , it could have been a dream, maybe it was wishful thinking but, the story as far as i am concerned is this... we climbed up the scaffolding, dug a hole in the roof and that indeed was the end of us. The beginning all said of The Outside World. It was that place that you ended up half hammered fully fueled and raring to go. As you climbed the ladder up on to the roof, you clambered up, peering onto the roof of the world.
These were the days of the shed, yes you remember the shed with its fabric flowers tumbling down hitting your face as you lay looking at the sun as it rose and shone into your face on that fateful midsummer's morning.
