I had the strangest of dreams last night. Nothing new there, you may say, but bear with me.
I was demonstrating my new mobile phone to my best friend Dave and Gene Wilder. (Yes, Willy Wonka himself. The randomness of this already has me puzzled.) Thing is, although it evidently was my actual new mobile phone, because around the edge it was metallic green (see my previous post), the device I was holding certainly wasn't your average Nokia smartphone. It was a glass case containing numerous valves - like one of those incredibly expensive retro amplifiers - and a considerable amount of space. It was bigger on the inside than the outside, tardis-fashion.
If the workings were a thing of beauty, the display was exquisite. The letters on the screen were traced out as if by the action of a cloud chamber, in something akin to hard-to-read engraver's lettering. All this hovered as if projected on the inside of the glass case, above the valves and sparse wiring.
And yet, despite this fantasy of valvepunk technology, the phone was definitely still my green Pika. And Gene and David were gently teasing me about it.