Sometimes at the SGWB it's time to bring out the big guns. Like this abstruse piece of backbeat ambient perv.
And the song of choice for Stephanie, using it as a complex water torture, bringing to mind as it does her recent breakup with hedge fund broker and abseiling aficionado Adrian. Indeed, she had spent many a weekend having him dangle her down a perilous cliff face while he yelled instructions from above.
But it was in the boudoir where Adrian really went to town: no rough and tumble quickie for him, but elaborately orchestrated marathons of Dionysian dysfunction, which more often than not were soundtracked by this song.
And involved enough props to embark on an amateur production of Phantom Of The Opera...beginning when he appeared naked except for the sort of cape favored by 18th Century Highwaymen, wearing a bird mask, and she was bound and costumed like a kidnapped schoolgirl.
Before getting down to business, he would perform an interpretative dance at the foot of the bed, his signature move was to mime scurrying up a rock, using the imaginary suckers on his fingertips like some kind of sex gecko, before wavering in an imaginary wind like a soft length of licorice.
Next he would gravely intone his own made up Latin commandments in a stentorian voice:
Ipso facto desirato! Embarkadum sensalos headjobudum!
Before inserting a lit candle in her anus, and burning pages torn from a copy of The Da Vinci Code, and using the ashes to finger paint what he thought was 'behold the sun dragon as she writhes in ecstasy' on her back in Japanese calligraphy, but which actually translated as 'orange car very nice diarrhea worm'.
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