My father used to tell me stories. The Owl and the Pussycat was a favourite. He'd sing me little songs like Teddy Bears Picnic and A Bicycle Built for Two. But he also used to scare me with this one – The Man Who Wasn't There. It's always stuck in my mind.
Thats me. Happy little sprite wasn't I. Those bags under my eyes are because I never used to sleep. Still don't. Mum took me to the doctor when I was about 8 and he told her it was because I was having psychadelic dreams. Since I don't remember discussing it with him and I don't remember having them, I'm not sure how he made the diagnosis. But hey, it was the early 70's.