ANGELS FLOODED INTO THE DISCO

Angels flooded into the Disco, bumping people out of the way, knocking drinks out of peoples hands with their wings. A hundred of them must have rolled into the place, flashing crazy eyes and dancing in a wild, threatening manner. This mass of white had everybody shook and confused. Surely angels weren't supposed to behave in this manner? Or be in a disco at all. One angel clambered on top of the speaker stack and thrust her hips back and forth violently.

I WAS IN MIAMI

I was in Miami, waiting by the airstrip for the Cubans to arrive. I wished I hadn't worn my emoto-colour-changing trousers. A drug deal like this always makes me nervous, and the colour of my trousers would reveal my deepest fears to them. I had to be in a state of deep meditation and keep the trousers a cool, sky blue. Their jeep arrived, dust blowing in the wind behind it. I gritted my teeth and focused on that calm blue.