It was a night of heavy drinking to get the B-sotted actor to stagger, with me, out the Five And Dine.
Somehow we went round the bend and found ourselves back on Wharf Street.
So now, like anyone else who has ever been down Baba Alley, I can only revisit it in my sleep.
Which is what I tried to explain to Oldman a while later when he called me to the sitting room of his apartment at the Harbour House.
“Oh you’ll dream something up”, Connell said.
He said I had to, that he was haunted like a spiritless bottle that can’t be returned.
Maybe it was because he obviously hadn’t bathed in days but suddenly I got a “you reeka!” moment.
The next morning I used some ice cubes to hale Sheila Hack’s cab at its stand in front of the Harbour House and told her to take Oldman and I to The No Account Garage, and do it like she chews her gum, make it snappy.
The No Account Garage is home to the Last Cab Company and resides behind the Wayword Building.
Ever since Willet Fly, inventor, western story righter and chief cook and throttle washer of The Tick Dock Travel Tours moved down to the main floor of the Wayword, he has rented out half of the garage for his workshop.