What the F.

come on then...

Where’ve you been?

My blue eyed son. My darling young one?

Your eyes are not blue and I advise you not to push it.

I’ve been on the side of ten twisted mountains.

Misty.

That too.

In the seven sad forests?

In the mouth of the graveyard, in the black hole.

Calcutta?

Eastbourne.

(to be continued)