my peep hole opened in 1971. i decided to invent country music. i grew tired of this, and volunteered to work for a design company newly opened on Hampstead road, Euston. A guy asked me to find a way to immerse his chocolate-brown plastic face-mask in water. I spent the whole day trying to find a receptacle of the right size. I was watching a black and white horror film called "The Pointed Woman". In it, my father had to deal with a troublesome poltergeist. Faceless spectres loomed out of the screeen.