I had the strangest dream last night. It had a proper narrative and everything. It was about Hugh Laurie - I think I was his PA (or possibly something less pretentious, like a maid, but I can't picture Laurie with a maid), and I somehow managed to make friends with him, and we went out for coffee, and then he invited me to a premiere, and for some ( Read more... )

I got my dad some chocolates in Belgium - sort of big, round chocolate discs with nuts and dried fruit in the bag. I'd forgotten about them until today, but we met up for a coffee and I handed them over. About ten minutes later, when we were about to leave, a lad comes up to us, maybe early twenties, and says "excuse me, but I couldn't help ( Read more... )

The Captive Heart is on C4! I missed the first half! Damn. Redgrave would definitely be at my fantasy cocktail party (the "dream dinner party" thing is too restricting, especially if it means literal dreams, in which case Kate Winslet's breasts would... OK, I'm going to be quiet now).

Oh, also, the Flake "girl" is here. So much better than the ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )