I am in bed with a skinny man who reminds me a little of Steve Coogan. I had thought there was going to be a real meeting of minds and bodies but realise very soon that is not the case: he is so awkward that his head is on upside down. His teeth seem somehow back to front, the front top row short with pronounced incisors. He tells jokes incessantly. I wonder how I am going to get away from him.
Oggy, a young terrier, is charging about on a busy main road. I run after him and see him disappear under two lorries. I manage to stop the traffic and he dives into a local school pursued by little kids. Stepping over a ground covered with scorpion fossils, I finally catch him and now he seems even younger, he has no teeth. He is so hungry, desperate to eat anything. I should probably return him but I have a strong feeling I want to keep him.
In amongst a pile of dead leaves I see a small crown formed from teeth about 4 inches across. Industrial wasteland in the background.
