I lived in a Mickey Mouse World that was chock-a-block full of Mickey Mouse characters that had been created by my Mickey Mouse mind and everything was just fine. So very fine.  ‘Life couldn’t be better,’ I would regularly say to myself. I’d say this as I got out of bed in the morning and prepared to get on with all the Mickey Mouse-type stuff that I was scheduled to do that day. ‘Life couldn’t be better,’ I’d say to myself, and this thought would put me in good form straight away. I’d be in the best form ever and everything would be marvellous. It would be marvellous as far as I was concerned anyway, and that’s what counts. That’s the only thing that counts at the end of the day. I was having fun and good times in that old Gobbledygook World and you can’t get better than that. Not as far as I’m concerned anyway, not as far as I’m concerned. Fun and good times, huh? You can’t beat that, can you? You can’t beat the good stuff, you can never beat the good stuff. ‘Life couldn’t be better,’ I repeat it again, possibly for the thousandth time that day, but it was starting to sound a little hollow. More than just a little bit hollow, if I were to be honest. It was like a deep unearthly groan issuing from deep within a mould-covered sepulchre – the blood would run cold in your veins, so it would. It was a sound that would curdle your innards. There are always two sides to everything, as you probably know yourself, and that’s what I was starting to learn. Much to my horror. I’ve always been opposed to learning and I have always put my foot down whenever I felt that it might become an issue. When you don’t want to know then you don’t want to know and I think that needs to be respected. Respect where respect is due and all that kind of stuff. Everything I ever knew, everything I was capable of knowing, it was all created by that stupid old Mickey Mouse mind of mine, and it was my job to pretend that I didn’t know that. It was my solemn duty. Some things you’ve just got to avoid in life, right? One thing in particular you’ve got to avoid but the less we say about that the better, as you might imagine. The less we say the less we know and the less we know the better it is. And it doesn’t get any better than that – no Sir it doesn’t. Everything in this whole dumbshit Mickey Mouse World has been created by my Mickey Mouse mind and I for one am fine with that. I’m more than fine about it, more than fine about it. I’m in my element, I’m walking on air! Good times, my friends, the very best of times. Plenty of fun to be had by everybody. Good clean fun too, not the nasty kind. Friendly faces all around. Mickey and his friends, Mickey and his friends. Smiling happy faces all around. In the happy-go-lucky old Gobbledygook World.