It came to me like a distant echo surfacing from deep in my subconscious:
"I'm an alligator. I'm a momma papa coming for you."
I'd eaten garlic, had a glass of wine and was soaking in the tub when it happened. Was I hallucinating? Was it indigestion?
No, it was my upstairs neighbors playing the always fabulous Ziggy Stardust. Apart from seeing my sweetie -- and Cristiano Ronaldo -- dancing in striped tights, it made my day.
Thank you upstairs neighbors, for the unearthly serenade.
Freak out in a moonage daydream, oh yeah.
Long live Glam!