Artist	Song
Can	Serpentine
Samuel B. Charters	Street Piano in Trafalgar Square
Michael Yonkers	The Big Parade
Broadcast	Ominous Cloud
Blossom Dearie	You Have Lived In Autumn
The Ravens	Going Home
Raekwon	Incarcerated Scarfaces
Otis the 3rd	Time
Smokey And His Sister	Losin'
Bobb Trimble	Through My Eyes
The Isley Brothers	Voyage To Atlantis
The Prisoners	I Drink The Ocean
Dan Melchior und Das Menace	Madame Nhu
The Sound Of Feeling	Hurdy Gurdy Man
Milton Nascimento	Trem De Doido
El Chicles	La La La
Elis Regina	Madalena
Pep Laguarda & Tapineria	Alceu-Vos, Xe Que Ja Es De Dia Sent
Birgit Lystager	Just Before Dawn
Reuben Wilson	We're In Love

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Hoyt was soon making a good living by exporting computers to the Middle East. When business was quiet, he and Mimsie would spend the mornings strolling by the Serpentine in Hyde Park and the afternoons in bed with a bottle of Pinot Noir, but these days of heaven were brought to an end by a visit from the Metropolitan Police. A misunderstanding over the export documentation for some Apple Macs led to Hoyt's arrest, and he then made the mistake of putting a roll of twenties in the breast pocket of South London's only honest copper. They were shocked by the two year sentence, though the judge had clearly taken a dislike to Hoyt, his bonhomie mistaken for arrogance. Mimsie visited him in Brixton Prison as often as she was allowed until one day he told her not to come anymore. She carried on working at Mecca Bingo for another month then took a KLM 767 back to Baltimore.


It wasn't only the judge who thought that Hoyt was too cocky. Some of his fellow inmates also took issue with his lack of deference, and he was moved to solitary confinement after one of the yardies put a shank through his ear. The days dragged slowly by in solitary, 22 hours on a metal bed. Occasionally he would catch a glimpse of Mimsie's smile on the ceiling. Her visits had been like gasps of oxygen to him, but he could no longer bear to bring her to this godforsaken place.


He opened his eyes one morning to find the floor covered in water, and soon it was a foot deep and rising. He tried to jump up and yell but he could not move. It seemed like the weight of the very air was pinning him down and within minutes the water was up to his face. As it rose above him he realised that he could still breath, and also now move, and he rolled off the bed into the deep water below where the cell floor had once been. He swam down and down through the blue water into the deep. On the ocean floor there was an enormous coral reef. Swimming through the reef's gullies and channels Hoyt came upon a statue of Madame Nhu, the fomer First Lady of South Vietnam. A shimmering purple-red eel appeared through the mouth of the statue and ribboned down toward the sandy bottom. The eel slid along a gully and then rode up a thick pillar of pink coral, swirled around the head and seemed to crackle with electricity before slinking away as a school of silvery anchovy burst past.


Shrove Tuesday found Mimsie sat in her kitchen drinking dandelion tea and listening to the Prince Frederick Spanish radio station. The DJ imagined himself to be hilarious and she found herself reaching for the dial, accidentally knocking her saucer off the kitchen table. For the briefest of moments the saucer hung in the air, the sunlight reflecting off the bone china before the elemental pull of gravity sent it flying to the floor. Right then Mimsie realised that she would see Hoyt again. They could no more avoid each other than the Earth could slip free of the Sun.

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