Many moons ago back in the misty pastel painting that is Bedside Manor cerebral and right stately home and much oft frequented lofty thought palace of the Docs tophattic mind. Squeezed in the gap far above a semi derelict Tulse Hill squat we scarce percieve doors being opened. You are now standing in front of door No 1 its key Bflat major the rental uncertain, payment always deferred, on the door squirms a purple neon handle Doctor Brainflowers Strange Departure Lounge... shall we go in....