This piece is transitional. Duggie has decided to let you into a secret part of his head…this is his recurring dream. After this we’ll get back into the story…the story we left so many of your human months ago.
Duggie: So, in my dream, I wake up and Fish from Marillion is standing over me. His tangly-rat-tail-like hair framing a welder’s face is making me scrunch up my nose. Twitching it to remove an invisible itch. [“Get to the point Dug…” No! It’s my dream, I’ll go where I wanna! “…ok, ok…cool it.” (Don’t forget, he’s a big lad is Duggie, I’m no messing with him, Steve.)]
Where was I? Oh, yeah, the invisble itch…and so I say: “Oi wot’s your game, pal…hey your Fish, aren’t you?”
Fish: Yeah, yeah, man. My friends call me Del [his real name is Derek Dick]
Duggie: What are you doing in my bedroom?
Fish: I’m not here…this is a dream….my dream!
Duggie: No way – this is my dream.
Fish: If that’s the case, where am I?
Duggie: Dunno, pal. None of my footin’ business! I’m the one asleep here.
Fish: Like hell you are! I’m on tour. I crashed out in a dunken stupor [hey Fish, this is fictional, don’t complain, I don’t mean it…Steve]
Duggie: I thought I could smell ale on yer breath. Look, what are we going to do now, I mean your hair is tickling my snozzle..and you’re hanging around in my bed.
Fish: I don’t know, I’ve never met a fellow dreamer in a dream. What can we do?
Duggie: I’ll count to 5 and we’ll both wake up.
(so Duggie counts to 5 and…)
The lights come up, it’s a full stage show. Maillion, 1984: Fugazi and Script for a Jester’s Tear. They’re also testing out the fledgling Kayleigh…
Duggie: This is awesome!
Fish winks from the stage: “never could resist the count…”
(just then a tall figure wearing black robes appears, as if from a bat…”No one can resist The Count)
[…and there we leave Duggie. He usually wakes up at this point. Screaming.]