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'And there's a poem about a creature in the desert that's squatting, naked on the ground and eating something. And the poet adventurer that finds him asks him what it is he's eating and what it tastes like. And the creature looks at him and says "It's my heart and it tastes bitter, but I like it, because it tastes bitter and because it's my heart"'

Drunk, and lying outside on the lawn- Dave the Moonman.

He'd look up at the blurred stars, as the dew on the grass soaked through the back of his jacket and the back of his trousers, and then he'd look towards the moon. All that distance from the surface he was pinned down on to the surface glowing in the darkness, with nothing but space all the way in between. Nothing to hold onto. And yet, someone had managed to get there. Someone had managed to do that. A truly impossible thing. So he'd get up out of the grass, light-hearted again. It made everything else possible.