Midsummer's day 2042
In an enormous mansion purchased from the sales of the millions of Custom Blue albums sold worldwide
My three children entertain themselves within the enormous and extravagantly decorated dining hall by soundly beating alex's three sproggets at the 2040 version of Trivial Pursuit. It is a wonderful occasion of pure joy
Out in the conservatory, in very comfy sedan chairs, sit two aging lotharios, sipping on Pimms, toking on a shared biffter, reminiscing about the heady days of the Talking Balls craziness and arguing the merits (or otherwise) of Stephen Hughes
It will happen, old bean. It will happen