Gobemouche – someone who will believe anything, a gullible person …
Gobemouche boy believes one day he will run as fast as his dad, be as brave as an uncaged lion roaming the streets like he owns them. He believes the ringing he hears in his head when singing aloud pours magic potions from its bars that one day will mould into a key to break him out of his boxroom when bears will no longer crawl out of the wallpaper to terrorise his dreamtime. He believes in God, and in the power of games designed for one to fill the hours between here and realworld. He believes there may be snakes waiting malevolent at the bottom of his bed to slither and nibble at his exposed toes, ballooning his foot in the wee small hours. He hears raised voices and the roaring of the fire and in everyday moments he floats away from the room and hovers dizzy above. He cannot imagine a time when a fifty-years-hence version of himself comes back to steal his power to daydream and plant it between the lines of a page. Harry Gallagher
