Call me a daft old bugger if you wish, but I was not sorry to have blown all my pension on a copy of the Cydonia CD when it was released last year; the fact that I had to live on boiled shoe leather and earwax for two months was of no concern. That Doctor Patterson is a jolly decent chap and how he dreams up those wonderful tunes I simply cannot conceive; perhaps he's sold his soul to the devil? Who can say? But all this stuff on my PC every morning; what the hell's it all about? A cheery note from Sissy and a newsletter from the Dunroamin Crematorium Savings Fund and then this:- some crazy rantings about clashing mountains and forgotten kings without thrones; what's it all about eh? Have I stumbled upon a parallel universe? Somebody please explain.