Andy McDuffie sends an improved image of the inner sleeve art from Chunga’s Revenge. I identified heavily with that vacuum cleaner at the time. It was such a metaphor of the creative process & how you felt when you were on form. You had the fire. You had the dark Gypsy European night. You were dancing & wheeling by the light of the flames. You were weird. At the same time you were the engineer, the desk, the observer, the interrogator, the double, mon semblable, mon frere. What could emerge from that but Viriconium ? Thanks again Andy.