Pennington Flash: Your mind went quickly in the end, didn’t it?
Terrance Gonzo: That’s right. Same day I sensed it was over I found out my ex was getting married, and there I was, looking for a pen I was holding in my mouth. So I positioned three bottles of booze by my bed. I worked hard on their configuration to ensure they all fit. Keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer.
PF: When did things really fall apart?
PF: What was it like in there?
TG: The British Library?
PF: No, the asylum.
TG: Well I don’t know if you’ve ever worn a straitjacket in a padded cell but it’s a lot of fun. I spent large parts of my days running round, bouncing into walls, shouting into the cameras ‘I love this! I love this!’ It was only then they took me out. They’re so contrary.
PF: Did you ask for a refund right away?
TG: No no. I stayed there a while and I was glad I did.
Anyway, they told me I’d be charged a small fee if I wanted to take advantage of the refund facility.
PF: Charged for a refund?
TG: That’s right. So in the end if I wanted to leave I had to pay them more than the original outlay. Still, I went along with it eventually. You can only live a certain way for so long, and I felt I had enough material.
PF: Yes, you met some interesting people in there, didn’t you?
TF: That’s right. You never quite realise how insane everyone is. A lot of them told me their stories.
PF: And what was the general thrust of these tales?
TF: In short, romantic woe, and the seemingly endless inability to get what you want.
PF: And you incorporated that into your writing?
TG: Indeed I did. What follows is some of what I heard in there…