We were watching a storm made by an airplane for another airplane. These two airplanes were in love. Melanie said she had to go to meet someone in let's-say-Sweden.

We're in a room. Someone comes in and says, "Saturday is coming today." And then someone else comes in and says, "I don't want to say that." So they kick him until he reads what's on the card and then a panda dressed entirely in black comes in with his wife. At times like these you need a good brain. If you have a good brain you'll feel more coloured-in than someone with a bad brain, but there's still no guarantee that you'll know who coloured you in. My brain made me try to tie my ears in knots to keep out the sound of a song sung by the panda's wife.

Bertie: He doesn't know her name. He thinks he saw her somewhere before. He's seen her clothes and he's fairly sure she was in her clothes at the time. Roy: When I was in a band I saw a lot of women's clothes. Sometimes the women would be in them. Bertie: I didn't know you were in a band. Roy: We toured the whole country, eating phones everywhere we went until there were no phones left, and people went out to play snow when they didn't have their phones, even in the middle of summer. But now there are too many phones for an average band to eat. Bertie: They can be a curse. Phones. And average bands. Roy: I remember once we played in a small seaside town in the west of Ireland. A giant was washed up on the beach. He was unconscious. The locals were worried. Their mayor addressed them and he tried to calm their nerves. He said to them, "The giant is no bigger than any of us. His size is an optical illusion. It's because he's lying down." Someone pointed out that people wake up on the beach every morning and they don't look big. If anything they look smaller because most of them would have left their heads behind in the pub. But the mayor insisted it wasn't a giant... ...They tried to ignore the 'man' on the beach. They had to wait another two weeks before he woke. He got to his feet and they realised that he really was a giant. They vowed never to vote for the mayor again. But the giant turned out to be friendly. When he saw the terrified locals he reached into his pocket and took out a handful of potatoes, which was like a cart-load of potatoes to the locals. He gave the potatoes to them, and he spent another two weeks removing all the food and drink from his pockets and nooks and crannies. When we went back to the town a year later everyone was fatter.

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