And then we woke up. Was it all a dream? The calendar said January, but there was little evidence to suggest this was more than the inner workings of an overactive mind. Through sleep deprived eyes we spied an empty tub of pomade, and then we knew. To us, it would forever be real. As real as last night's kebab and the three tabs of acid we hadn't had time to drop. Goodbye Nuri, my Turkish love unicorn, may you flit through time and space until your heart finds its home. Maybe it already has...