Aubrey Mousehead is 65, alone and going mad. His past has caught up with him. He can feel mortality stalking him. He stares at the TV with the sound off, seeking answers – seeking the voice of God. In his bowels the Black Flower of madness is germinating as memory and regret threaten to engulf him.He is young Aubrey, a solitary child, growing up in the 50’s in a house full of books Sitting in an empty, sunlit room, he sees an ant appear from the skirting and follows it into its nest, where he finds – and is terrified by – the queen. Later, he grows and goes to school. He plays, explores, has more moments of fear. He gets older, trying in vain to look up his teacher’s skirt. Finally, on the beach, he builds his last sandcastle. Rain pours on him, washing away his childhood. Mousehead is born.He is Mousehead, the hedonistic, idealistic 20-year-old long-haired 60’s drop-out, 20 and untamed. Living in Cornwall with his parents and Aunt Dorothy, dotty and colourful. Hitching to London where his friends - those reckless sons and daughters of impossibility - live. Meeting the luscious Trixie and ultimately losing all.And he is to be found in ‘The Patient’, a novel he wrote in his youth. A man wakes in a deserted hospital which looks down on a beach. He is swathed in bandages, like a mummy. He has no memory of his name or condition. Outside, on the beach, erotic plastic and zippered constructions are scattered randomly.