When Stretch was a child he read a book called the Grinnygogs at least a dozen times. I don’t remember what the book was about, but every now and then out of the corner of my eye, I see a Grinnygog scuttling away.
It can happen anywhere, at work, at a concert, at a family do, always this feeling of a hallucination. A sound like something running away. I thought I was nuts until I realised one day that maybe, just maybe those everchanging Grinnygogs had basically imprinted themselves in my world.
So, yeah, that’s it. Grinnygogs….the little fuckers.