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Who would have thought that when Brian the Robot arrived in the post he would begin teaching me the beautiful art of Astral Projection. Even though he never hardly leaves the shelf in my study and I hardly never leave my little house in the middle of the edge of York, we travel far and wide through the realm of dreams and dalliance on the edge of the middle of my reason.
‘Over the edge’ you say? Why ever would I never want to go there?