Won a ticket, presented myself to Sky Towers where Tikkay and an army of Oompah Loompas guided me through a weird landscape involving queens and kings owning clubs where payment was made in diamonds, hearts were broken and dreams buried with the use of spades.
At some point I was on a river, but not just any river. This was a river of 1 outers and runner runners, the Oompah Loompas rowing faster and faster as Tikkay morphed into an amalgamation of Gene Wilder and Jonny Depp and laughing maniacally as the tension built.
I awoke to the buzz of my alarm determined either not to take Tramadol with semi lethal quantities of booze again or to lobby Sky to call their next promotion "Delights of the Harem" or some such.
Ok, I'm off for therapy.
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