Rene Magritte The Ignorant Fairy

Ridcully Confused memories wobbled across his brain. He could remember a wall of clanking metal, and then pinkness, and then . . . music. Endless music, designed to turn the living brain to cream opened one eye. People were milling around. There were lights and excitement. Lots of people were talking at once. He seemed to be sitting in a very uncomfortable pram, with some strange insects buzzing around him.He could hear the Dean complaining, and there were groans that could only be coming from the Bursar, and the voice of a young woman. People were being ministered to, but no-one was paying him any attention. Well, if there was ministering going on, he was damn well going to get ministered to as well.He coughed loudly.‘You could try,’ he said, to the cruel world in general, ‘forcing some brandy between m’lips.’An apparition appeared above him holding a lamp over its head. It was a size five face in a size thirteen skin; it said ‘Oook?’ in a concerned way. ‘Oh, it’s you,’ said Ridcully. He tried to sit up quickly. just in case the Librarian tried the kiss of life.