During my mid-morning nap, I dreamt that I had to have coffee with an African dictator and genocidist (trufax: I make up words in my sleep) called Lawrence Mbibi, because he was delivering photoshoot tickets for Peter Davison and Alex Kingston to Gordon Brown for me. But in the end, Gordon couldn't go, so Mbibi signed the tickets over to me (I have ( Read more... )

I keep dreaming I can fly. It's very stressful when I wake up and realise I can't. (N.B. There will be no Peter Petrelli-esque attempts. No.)

Also, I've just remembered that I dreamt about these with the plunger and weapon snapped off. Why would I dream such a thing? WHY ( Read more... )

Um, bizarre day starts here, I think.

I have just got up. It is terrible; I fully intended to go to bed early last night and get up early (well, by 9ish) today, and work. At about 9pm, I was tired and felt a little naff, and could have quite easily gone to sleep, I think; except that it was only 9pm and so I thought I'd better not. Going to bed ( Read more... )