Glamorgonia touched the wall again. A well-formed ripple blobbed away from the touch epicentre and soon another glutinous pair of eyes formed in the wobbling nucleus. “This one doesn’t say much unless it’s about a particular subject,” said Glamorgonia confidentially... Slowly at first, almost as if it was part of a sluggish-motion heliogromic projection, licks of mist falling away as it pushed through the bintle-murk, an enormous erectile member, the size of a small lorry trundled tip first into view. The gyrating bintle-wall almost... From the murk, a pair of eyes appeared and swam towards Ado and Fefe. A slim girl clad in a white gown with a colourful ring of flowers decorating her hair, stepped lightly from the mist and smiled. She moved a little to one side and waved her hand in front of her... Oh, I say,” said the figure with a scarf that had been fixed by what looked like wire at an angle around his neck making it seem as if he was caught permanently in a force-10 gale. He wore a battered flying cap sporting scratched goggles and a handlebar moustache... Steps were not contemplated by the next personage that manifested from the ocu-mist. She marked her movements with studied fluidity and her long, understated yet extremely expensive silk dress, that didn’t look out of place even on a prepubescent young lady, whispered... 