Love this - I'm sat at the back of an empty concert hall, wondering why the bottle is empty and why my head is spinning, and which way the night bus is... but it's ok cos there's a bloke on the stage playing the noises in my head.
Johnny pushed and shoved and heaved; it was no small accomplishment to have finally manoeuvered 'Joanna' to the edge of the sink-hole (known by local indigenous people as "Cyclops" and rumoured to be several hundred metres deep) - it was, indeed, a grand effort. "Goodbye, Baby" Johnny whispered as one last push sent Joanna a-tumbling. And as she tumbled and bounced off the sides of old Cyclops, Johnny heard not a single tone - not an alone-tone, but several tones; several tones that slowly developed into a melody. Joanna, it seemed, would have the last laugh; 'don't forget me' she appeared to cry as the darkness enveloped her; as she dropped like a stone...