Dreamachine is a tale of B List celebs, murdered supermodels, homoerotic punk rockers and hermaphrodite transvestite sex mutants…Badly burned and disfigured TV Sex Therapist Dr James Bickle narrates the story from a hospital bed in Tangier. It moves from the present tense to the past and at times into a stylised portrayal of Bickle’s ‘idyllic’ life as seen through PR spin and Hello Magazine type reportage before blowing it all apart to reveal his tortured and brutal existence. “You’re in a lot of trouble my friend. Everywhere you’ve been we’re turning up bodies. If you tell me what happened I may be able to… help you.”“Okay,” I say. “Okay, you got me G Man, you got me you Fruit Polo sucking fuck – I’ll tell you who I am. I’ll tell you who I am and I’ll tell you what happened, I’ll tell you how I got here and I’ll tell you how I became this. You ready?” I say it slowly like I’m talking to an idiot. “Ana… ismi… James… Bickle. Dr James Bickle…” His silence tells me he is struggling to digest the magnitude of this information. “Yeah, that’s right guy. The Dr James Bickle. Now - strap yourself in – this is going to get very dark…”