Imagine: you wake up from a coma in November 2020. You've been asleep since Christmas, so you're entirely unaware of the year's contents. You don't know about the virus, or the lockdowns, or that Liverpool are champions and that everything's been cancelled.
You grab your smartphone, and you log into Facebook to check out what's been happening in your absence. And the first thing you see is a video of a heavily tattooed Robert Fripp. The King Crimson mastermind is alone sitting in a prison cell, playing Black Sabbath's Paranoid on a Les Paul. In the background stands his wife of 34 years, the adventurous pop star Toyah Wilcox. She dances, and at the point where Ozzy Osbourne would normally start singing, she sings.
Honestly: what would you think? 2020 has gradually crept towards this moment, getting more and more unfathomable with each passing month, so it almost feels like this scenario is normal. But it isn't. It really isn't.
It's a heavily tattooed Robert Fripp. He's in a prison cell. He's playing Black Sabbath. And Toyah is dancing. How did we get here? How much more can we take? If this is early November, what will they be up to by late December?
We cannot answer this question, and we're pretty sure that neither Fripp nor Wilcox can either. We're pretty sure that they're as confused as the rest of us. And we're pretty sure we can't wait to see what they do next.
The talented pair have made a name for themselves during lockdown, releasing regular video updates that include them dancing, performing ballet and covering David Bowie's Heroes for VE Day. Most can be seen on Toyah's You Tube page.