Richard Dawson
Spaff! My jaw is broken, my hair is matted with watery jissom. I stand on the whale's tongue looking out at clouds of jellies, bags of dead cats. Water is pouring down the walls of my house. I make a feature of it. The wind blows upwards on the road by Heaton Park, my coat flaps like a broken wing, my gin and tonic has ash in it. Down on Quayside, the Baltic is being razed by spaceships with lasers. Jean-Michel Jarre conducts a choir. Dad microwaves kippers as I sing along. My time is almost up. Yours too. The whale dives into squid ink black depths. I laugh out loud at the silly sky!
Ally May
Here. Take this. Now go. Run!
Jazzfinger
Ehrlich is a small crater that is located in the northern hemisphere on the Summerhill's far side. It lies within a rugged region that has been extensively bombarded by impacts of comparable size. Ehrlich lies about midway between the craters Parsons to the south and the heavily worn Guillaume to the north, near the banks of the Tyne. This is a worn crater with features that have become softened and rounded due to bombardment. A pair of small craters are attached to the exterior along the southern rim. The interior floor and inner walls are nearly featureless and there are no impacts of note within the rim. The sun comes in through the midday window as we drink Grolsch on the sofa.
Nev Clay
Dr Robotnik has entombed all the animals in cybernetic armour! I'm spinning around the Emerald sub-game while the family next door argue through the walls about whether to watch Blockbusters or Family Fortunes. Meanwhile in Longbenton, people are being born and buried. Anyway, the little plane takes off, my camera is loaded with film. Turbulence near the Norwegian coast throws me out my seat. I notice all the parachutes wrapped in orange fabric under the seats. They look kind of beautiful.