On Saturday, Nigel and I went to Tobacco Dock.
I’ve loved the place ever since I visited it in the mid-90s when it was still a semi-occupied shopping ‘destination’. As I walked through the deserted lanes and empty shops I became aware of distant talking and laughing under the background music.
But no one was there. Or were they?
As I came close to a pot plant, the sound of chatter and laughter grey distinctly louder. Peering in, I saw a tiny speaker. They were actually playing the sound of humanity to create a sense that people were there.
Anyway. I wanted to do a story especially for the location and I toyed with infant vampires before discovering the amazing Mayan myth of the Hero Twins and the Nine Dark Lords of Xibalba.
It was when I realised that the hero twins played football and smoked cigars that I saw how perfect they were for this new story.
Nigel sang songs about the Great Eastern, the Witch of Wapping and the Queen Rat.
As ever, thanks to the brilliant audience who warmed the freezing cold evening with their erudition, adventurous natures, cheering smiles, duvets, candles, wine and dogs.