THE DREAMS ARE BACK. THEY ARE BACK.
Things Becky has learned this week, courtesy of Wikipedia:
~ 'Melia' (my surname, 'y0) was a type of nymph in Greek mythology. And a character in Stargate Atlantis, LOL.
~ One of my favourite Depeche Mode songs - But Not Tonight - is allegedly about masturbation.
~ Bloodhound Gang have covered Enjoy the Silence.
~ Sean Bean is a Lot Older than I thought he was.
~ Mind you, Antoine de Caunes is like Dorian blimmin' Gray.
~ Terri Nunn (# TAKE MY BREATH AWAYYYYYY #) was once a backing singer for the Sisters of Mercy.
~ One of the blondes in Bombalurina (Who? You ask. I'd post a link but then you'd probably hate me forever) is now married to Gary Barlow.
~ The Prince Charles Cinema sounds like one of the best places ever.
In other news, the love affair with my subconscious is Back On. Today (I was late to bed, shut it) I had a dream where the concept seemed to be: Cold Feet meets Invasion of the Body Snatchers. RLY. A sci-fi dramedy tale of middle class paranoia set in rainy Manchester.
Rachel had already gone, Jenny went missing and Adam was acting weird. And it was because a strange alien presence kept possessing everyone and... well, you know, the usual plot. I went shopping with Karen in Marks and Spencers (yeah, I know. LMAO) and she TURNED ON ME! She went BALLISTIC. Obviously I wasn't too affected because I then went on a rollercoaster ride with Adam, Pete, and David IN A FOREST. *snort*
Anyway, everyone kept getting possessed and everything, and Pete realised there must be more than one alien... thing and that there must be a queen breeding the buggers. And the queen must be one of us. Naturally, it was David. Should have known, always the quiet ones.
And if that wasn't cracky enough, I was in Dr Who again the other night. Martha thought I was a bit stupid and Kirstie Alley was one of many alien nurse sadists who kept trying to capture and inject me. I think the Doctor was getting tired of rescuing me.
LMAO, I don't know what I'm taking but I'd like to share it.