Green Goblin is coming along on his guitar and his piano has been tuned recently.  He lives on his own with his precious cat surrounded by records but finds it difficult to wander to the Diff to watch bands although occasionally pops out round Ponty for a dance.

He enjoys that but has bouts of bedtime cwtching up to his teddies and wishing the world would go away.  His favourite place is dreamland but when he wakes he can only remember the bad ones after a while.

He has his old bike back which sits in the hallway unused like a dead triffid itching to climb the wall and an exercise bike which has clothes on it, a spillers hoody and an at.

His friends keep him company often meandering about hawkwind and moaning about happy cats on his facebook the GG looked at once.  One of them was cleaning the toilets with a brush ha ha.

The cat cwtches up to him like poly cement on his Dodge Challenger and he is often in Terry’s and sometimes Spiller’s buying his tip top music.  Without which he would be dead and talking to his higher power Fred, eating cheese in the clouds.  Not philadelphia though urrghh.

O and he once got steaming on tow pints of kronenberg in Alfreds and had to have a squash and food in wetherspoons to sober up.