I had the greatest dream last night. Besides the fact that the majority
of the dream I spent replaying the moments I shouted at a group of
twelve year old boys who were at work yesterday making a mess, this was
a cool dream.
I dreamt I was David Brent circa after leaving the office and starting
to release his own uber-cool music tracks. Especially his cover of If
You Don't Know Me By Now. I swear this is probably the best moment in
comic television ever.
For those that enjoy Mr Brent:
If You Don't Know Me By Now
Freelove Freeway Also, the final season of Six Feet Under is damn fine. I used to not
mind the third and fourth season's, but now I can see how depressing
they can be because the show was capable of so much more than being a
vehicle for Lily Taylor's whining. In episode ten, the use of Knocking
On Heaven's Door is greatly effective. I've only got two more episodes
to watch and am not looking forward to never seeing a new Six Feet
Under episode again.