6. searching for choco bears

seeing the posters, miss advnture went into a frenzy. "it can not be a coincidence. my bear is chocolate and hair is a contest he must shorely be winning"



"i have to find this contest as i know recalcitron will be there, but how will i get there if i can not go either by skateboard or bicycle?"



on the hunt, she followed her instincts and headed for the woods on foot.
in the woods a very large table and chair appeared from nowhere.



feeling tired from all the walking, she tried to pull out the chair and have a little sit down.




feeling peeved with the big little giants' nested set for not budging to her attempts at respite, our little miss decided to try and eat the stupid things!




feeling dazed and totally full from her splintery snack, she wandered into the nearest bar she could find. thinking the large ladies on the wall might have been responsible for the oversize table she just ate, a quick escape seemed the only sensible alternative.



luckily, when she walked outside another of her buddies was waiting patiently with minicab, having convinced the driver that he was on duty and should drive them to the bar with the cosy lights instead of going home.



a red velvet vibe radiating warmth and comfort and tasty cocktails where chatter could be steadily pursued waited at the other end.



it really was the gold at the end of the rainbow.



looking up at the ceiling as the relaxation settles in and miss adventure knows tomorrow will be september and the only place to find recalcitron will be in amsterdam...

5. stencil madness in brick lane

having recovered from doses of madness, recalcitron knew the straight was just through the narrows. confirmation of sanity was provided by images of *cro-nasal sapiens adorning light posts where ever the eyes would fall.



*this legendary figure is part of the interstellar african diaspora mythology and integral to the foundations of parlimentary funkentelechy.

the sphinx had a nose like this, but it was cut off with a sword like that shown below in the doorway synopsis of the grale mythology.



the agents of chaos were flash mobbed by abnormal sun spot activity and had their outlines chemically etched into the unsuspecting brickwork. note the way they pixelate the car as part of their hieroglyphic hyperspace instruction manual.



further inspection of the immediate area and we see the finished object displayed brazenly mocking the planet bound earthlings.



scenes of distruction mix with motives of freedom and choice as they challenge us to make our decisions fast and make them to last.



taking aim at our cultural icons, are they trying to tell us to get smart? that we should take more care of our rubbish? or that even one eyed myopic trashbags are worth a second look/chance?



walk carefully through the minds debris. peer down through the cracks. sniffing the wind for advice. finally all this hard work pays off as the alien lair is revealed and we find them on the lookout for spy agents.



with the game given away an invitation comes out to proceed down the alley. all is revealed as the broken carcass of a space invader comes into view. for one time only, the leaked insides gather together and pose for this group photo.



as a parting gift, a mirror without glass is raised and allusions to the true identity of recalcitron flicker across the corners of vision.



all the while bass resonates through the streets from a tiny coloured ghetto blaster plastered to the wall.

4. scoping the powers of miss adventure

miss adventure it turns out loves to walk,
and walk with style,
and walk with purpose.



with a small hopping step and click of heels,
she made an old bridge bulge.



asking her if she would like a cucumber,
she found one big enough to share.



finding a location that was modern,
she was able o arm a dillo out of plastic.




able even to over expose herself,
she manages to meet people she knows everywhere.



it seems she is truely remarkable.

3. recalibrate afro carribean dreaming

it seems as if the mind delights in playing tricks. after a seemingly miraculous escape from briton, i'm off to the carribean. or am i in heaven.



sun is shining. the weather is sweet. makes me wanna move my dancing feet.



joy surmonts the air of sadness lingering in the air. people around me talk quietly that it is nice to be back to normal. carnival sorts us out. the bass resets the radar.



suspend disbelief and embrace the beats.
feel the love of the hip hop treats.



leap frog your way into the future.



full of the vibe and it is time to change film. kneeling down a voice from above speaks keenly into my ear. it is i miss adventure who will now be revealed. worship my red boot and embrace my existance.



walk through here past the puffing billy. jerk chicken calls your name. the scattered bones of its existence litter the pavement.



sharing a cob they say there migh be no better way to spend a day. love seeps out of every bite. filling the day with delight and giving the feet much needed respite.



after corn. a rosey glow. a warm afternoon.





and good times bringin home the party. stormin norman bringin my life my life my life into the sunshine.



every day a new day.
experiences adding up.
one place many places many people one people.

2. recalculate wakes up in india

something tells me there is a space missing in time.
was i going to a cafe?
if that is the case - then why has my afternoon nap ended in india?



last memory involving chairs i think they were on a beach.
turning around i see them again, this time populated.
remember the comfort they provide and move
quickly to sit and work out this dipolar response.



is that the woman from the beach/she is associated with me getting kicked off the chairs/better to remove myself his time/follow her around at a distance even if she is back over there in india.



bright sun sub dude today.
bright sun too cool you say.
lost her in these meandering streets.
think back track her to the beach.



excuse me i say, you camera weilding fellows, have you seen a young lady walk past? seems she may have stepped out that door from india... i know it sounds strange, but i'm buggered if i can explain.



sort yerself out mate. get a grip on. stop still. shut then open your eyes. ah! the world provides.



remembering that downhill leads to sea level, recalcitron follows the downhill looking clouds and once again makes visual contact with that thing sticking out into the water.



giving in to the local drinks seems the only way to get away with this swarthy behaviour.



it all seems to be coming together until miss adventure appears at the bottom of the pimms jug.



although the sea seems to represent safety. it appears the time has come to move away from it before it gets hungry.