"She squats beneath the tree in the African moonlight, her glinting black face and locks hidden under the spiderweb, waiting impassively to give birth.
The professor with the beard and green and black checked shirt lays on his back picking into the soil with his fingers. As he tosses bits of grub towards her under the tree, he whispers, 'here you go, buddy, hey up, here you go.' "
- 3.30am dream...radio, Manchester.