Earthquake, Volcano, Pulsar, Sitar. All parts of the equation. Strange cigars in the sky. Speeds of light, speeds of sound, we all get signs; few of us make sense of them. It's the punctuation that counts; the lightning and the thunderbolt, and in the meantime Roundabout. Scrambled messages, crossword clues, morse, enigma and millennium machines. We all get signs. Sounds in the sky. Count the seconds between the flash and the thunderbolt -that's how far out they are. Do the maths. Speeds we can only guess at - light, sound; what's the speed of speed? Lightning striking the same people over and over again. This is Roundabout. It's nice to be here. It's nice to be nice......