Today, #3 of 4 sections of the text which occupies the whole of the middle part of the back cover of the LP, and is, incindetally, in yellow print.
The tale continues from last time:
“”So no tennis, eh” Gabriel raised his voice, as though he was talking to himself, but was sufficiently fed up to let people know about it. God came back in and pulled off the beer-can tops. “I thought we might get some of the boys over and play a little something.”
Gabriel snorted. “With your luck, you must be truly joking. If it is luck, you old devil.”
“Your halo’s slipping, sweetheart. What I meant was something intellectual. Not a lot of mental stimulation around here these days.”
God sniffed the air experimentally, as if there might be something carried on the wind to enliven the mind.
“You want me to re-write the book of Genesis for the thousandth time already? I thought you’d get tired of it.”
“Is it my fault that I have to keep creating things in my own image. I thought we’d just make a little universe and see how it goes. There’s still a few details I need to practise on. Everyone always enjoys it, don’t they?””
We conclude next time. Have a good weekend.