I’m picturing myself on a boat on a river, I’d let you know what colour I thought the sky was but my colourblindness makes me reluctant to take risks in this region. Imagine what it would have been like if John Lennon had met Björk around about the time he was going through his psychedelic stage of songwriting, they’d probably be making music that sounds a little like this track from ShirleySaid.
The slow-moving pace allows you to see a stream filled with brightly coloured turtles, learning the backstroke from a walrus who seems to be getting more and more frustrated each time his pupils slap each other with their fins. Is it fins that turtles have? I’m not an animal expert. As you cycle along by the stream each spoke within your penny farthing turns into a flexible string of spaghetti with a miniature Lady and The Tramp firmly gripped tight at each end. In short what I’m trying to say is that this is a trip you really don’t want to miss out on because it’s so damn awesome.
No, I’ve never done drugs. Why do you ask?