Pancakes-ampersand-sausage ON A STICK!!1!
I had a dream about Elvis Costello last night. This obviously has something to do with the fact that he is my biggest musical obsession since Dylan (who is still at the top of the list, though, don't worry), but I think the situation has been exacerbated by his cover of 'Beautiful' at the end of Autopsy (being both English and a mental midget with the IQ of a fence-post, I only actually realised that it was him on Wednesday), with which I have become inordinately fascinated.
Anyway, I was climbing up some scaffolding for some reason (in the dream), and was also horrendously drunk, I believe... and there he was. "Elvis!" I said, "loved your Aguilera cover. Who's next, Britney Spears?"
He was not amused. He maintained an air of long-suffering politeness. I just hope, if I ever meet him, that it wasn't a mutual dream. Not as weird as the one in which Sue B was topless and I beat up Hannah for making a homophobic comment, then felt guilty and told her to hit me back. That was definitely even more disturbing.
I'm currently working on the theory that Elvis Costello's voice can dignify any song whatsoever... I may start a petition asking him to cover The Birdy Song and see if that works.
The Daily Show was hilarious today, although Kirsten Dunst was shit. Affable and sweet, but shit.
I want to hug Fry more than ever before. In fact I want to adopt him and keep him in my house. Do you think that would be wrong?
ETA: "Who's locker is that?"?!? Has Yoda become a roadie (I'm convinced this joke makes sense, but let me know)?
WHAT ARE THEY TEACHING IN SCHOOLS THESE DAYS?
Also I have a second-hand bookshop story, but I'll save it.