Bob Hoskins - Not as small as you think

Well it happened again. I was amazing.

As depicted in Ghost Busters, the spirits erupted from me in a multicolour rainbow of good and evil.

Was I scared? No! Of course not. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I became the conduit for the ‘Other’.

Perhaps the spirit world was getting slightly rowdy after receiving its latest soul.

Bob Hoskins had organised a private function – everyone was masked – so who knows what greats and good gods were milling around.

The 'stage' was in the round – A dirty big hole 6ft deep. I stood alone – being bear'ed down on. Entering the trance was a relief.

Like hundreds of Opera Phantoms – the crowds chanted my favourite arcane sutra. ‘A string of Pearls from the mouths of damned love’ - the literal translation from the Egyptian Saite (never fails to trigger my ‘Other’. Bob had done as instructed and ensured everyone knew the Saite tune).

Carol – my trusted aide – tells me I became Blakey from the Buses. Through that human creation ‘killed’ off by TV execs I moved through spirit rainbow, meeting and fleetingly entered by Gengis Khan, Bo Derek, Jarvis Cocker, Mr Coca Cola and Mary Magdalene.

The personal revelations cannot for be specified – due to the bounding contract. However ‘Blakey’ singing Funk warned CERN enthusiasts to stay away, not to try the experiment and the next eclipse will be advent.

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