Friday, 5 June 2009


But nothing would have - could have - prepared me for the banshee wail that followed, echoing off the retaining walls of my cavernous mind.

"Can I say something?"

It had the unmistakable interruptus horribilis signature speak of Spak-Spak.

It was then that I first realised the wailing resonating through my cranial cavities was my own.

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