You go with Jimmi Andrex. He takes you up a deep ravine that previously you had never noticed before. No, never. Not once. As you walk along Jimmi raises his left hand and points forward. His finger is six metres long and has got its own version of a central nervous system. You are amazed but more amazement is to come.
After you've studied Jimmi's finger for a while (632 days, to be precise), you decide to look at what he is pointing at. It's a bit fuzzy at first and you can't tell what colour it is.It is quite far away you know. You run towards it. Ahh! Now you can see! It becomes less fuzzy, more sort of hazy. Now you see it's colour, not blue, not red, but sort of inbetween.. Purple! That's it! Purple! That's it! Purple! That's it! Purple! It's a real, really real, personal PURPLE HAZE! For you! Yes, YOU! Now, you must walk alone into the Purple Haze.
