As children in the seventies we were told about nebulous 'strangers'. By definition, we didn't know who these strangers were, and we didn't know what they wanted to do, but only that they were sinister. I think that was the stage the seventies were at.

I'm not claiming anything like sainthood - merely a native perception.

On the other hand, the seventies were drab. That is, I am utterly fascinated by the fifties and sixties.

I'm not an expert here. I'm talking about an experience I had rather than something I intellectually worked out. From what I can gather, the original mystery religions are still, largely, as the name suggests, mysterious. But they are associated with intoxication, fertility and resurrection.

I went for a walk in the rain. Recently, whenever it rains, I feel like I want to go for a walk.

I think the natural is, for many people, the gateway to something supernatural or otherworldly.

We all know about the car breaking down on a deserted road scenario. That's cliché. I'm thinking more of Cider with Rosie, as in, the dark side.