Cross My Palms with Silver To See Your Future

I have recently been offered a look into the future. Everything seems reasonably rosy, but I don't necessarily want it to be.

Sitting in a very comfortable leatherette armchair last week, I felt the wind of change blowing through.

Where I was, it is the only place on earth where one can easily see directly into one's own near forthcomings. Or even possibly shortcomings.

I looked into the large mirror in front of me, and saw myself ageing rapidly. As the months came off, the years piled on.

I spoke softly, and was answered with a minute buzzing in my ear.

I asked for a number four all over.

And was advised that I really shouldn't do that unles I'm considering joining Holy Orders at the nearest Monastery.

As the hair became shorter, I saw the ancestry of the human race slowly being uncovered. I began to look like a chimp. Ok, Ok - even more like a chimp than usual.

Oh well.

Hair today, Goon tomorrow.

Samson, I know how you felt.

Sergei