Ever since his latest obsession Howard Moon had left to go back to Croydon with his ‘ Boyfriend ‘ Vince, Gregg had been lonely. He sat on the shore upon the ruins of an old canoe, his feet swishing about in the water as he looked down, clearly bored to death. Cola cans and several items of rubbish were strewn across the sand. He ran a hand over his seaweed hair and placed it back down on his pink , glittery tutu. He wore a silver jacket with nothing underneath. He then heard something.