The Trophy Wine

Outtakes for you: ...They all leave me behind in the suite, except for McLaren lady, who stays. Plus I have the wines, though not all of them; I have the Sweet Viognier Cellar Reserve, which is by Penfolds.

McLaren woman goes to the big window and looks out of it searching up for a while and then points out something to me high up in the night sky. I looked to were she was pointing. Couldn’t make out anything. It was just shining blackness where she was pointing. I tried to get behind her back and lean down a bit and look over her shoulder to see along the line of her extended arm.

“We go up there soon.”

I could see what she was pointing at now. Honestly it looked like a Romulan Warbird. How far up would it have been? Thirty thousand feet? More? It had a light fuzzy hazy very slight glow around it so that it was just possible to make it out it at all in the surrounding dark night sky.

“Just wait a few more moments.” She said to me, breathily.

So I did. And sure enough a jet liner, was coming into view, from the side, its tiny dimension lights clearly enough visible. Now that could not, could not, have been more than thirty thousand feet up there. This thing was way above it. And very obviously much larger. Jeezus. Just how big was that thing?

And then the hazy glowing covering switched off and I could not see it any more.

I turned back to the living room. I was really in need of a coffee now. Besides which I am a coffee addict in any event.

“Hey listen, McKenzie. Or whatever your name is. Xan - I guess? Do your kind know what jazz is? How about playing some Dinah Washington or something.”

“Yes we know what jazz is. Fuck you.”

I think she was smiling though.

“Here. Here is some appropriate jazz – for us.”

“I can’t dance, McKenzie. I swear. Not like you people can.”

“Who cares if you can or not? Did I say I care that you can’t dance?”

It was very swish modern liquid DnB that she was playing out of the system now. Don’t know how they can control stuff like electronics and that - just with their minds, I think.

Pola & Bryson – Friend feat. Ruth Royall.

The night wore on.

She was conjuring up things that previously I had no idea even existed.

For me it was like zooming up to the top of a monster roller coaster and then coming back down again through swoops and turns to the side, first this way, then that way. But I think she was controlling a lot of my feelings, doing something maybe with unseen technology, perhaps even chemicals because for sure I felt as thought I was able to sense things keenly in highly augmented and unnatural ways, at least they were unnatural to me, to anything that I had previously experienced.

At one point I realised that if not chemicals then definitely through electromagnetic fields, because I could feel those as they went through me. But they were like, activating specific internal organic mechanisms and these were all out of my own personal control; happening on their own, by themselves.

It was all like Alien ‘pixies and fairy dust.’ Didn’t help that her music selection was very directly conspiring along with whatever other strange and unnatural things she was able to do to me using whatever tools she had and which I could not see. But they were there. This was not ‘just’ organic or biological attraction going on. God but they liked their damn music loud though. My goodness they did.

This was the track during which I basically just had to weakly crawl to the bedroom and get onto the bed, where I very easily sank into deep sleep:

Clameres - Extraterrestrial