Garry's Band and the Red Fizz

Date: 4/17/2020

I am in a tenement close on the landing before the "tap dancer" (top level) and looking up to the flat where I think I live. There is a young woman at the door talking down to me. I can't get up because the stairs have disappeared. I attempt to get up using the bannister and rail but it is useless and I give up. I am talking to two women on the phone. One I am trying to go on a date with and another who is her friend or sister or maybe even lover I am not sure. They are quite posh. One is telling me what the other likes and is being quite playful. We are then all out together and we go to a bar which seems to be in an otherwise deserted hotel or conference facility. The bar is packed and I become separated from the women I was with. I half-heartedly look about for them but can't see them. I feel like a bit of a spare prick and walk out the bar into what looks like a reception room where you'd have a wedding function. There are rows of seats all empty apart from a couple of people scattered about. I walk down to the front and I see Garry Borland (RIP) dressed up like John Lydon and singing a song I can't remember and he was backed by a band but I am not sure if it was the band he actually fronted. After the song finished he walks to the side and takes a bottle of red sparkling wine out a champagne bucket and walks down towards the bar. He sits at the side on one of the seats talking to a small group of women. "I'm having one of them" I think and take another bottle of red fizz out the bucket and stick it in a big pocket of the cargo trousers I am wearing. I walk down towards the bar again as if to leave but I am concerned somebody will say something about me taking the wine. Nobody pays me any heed and I walk on.