Another boring post about my dreams and obsession with England

[vadadaca]

I had a dream last night that I was sitting a row ahead of Stephen Fry and Dylan Moran on a plane (who were, of course sitting next to each other because why wouldn't they be) and turned around and spent the whole time chatting and being fangirly at them. And even in my dream I realized that the situation was unlikely and all our presences and proximity was unlikely and I was useless. I don't know what my subconscious has been smoking, but I think I'm going to need to have a strong word with it. :\

Seriously, my ultimate celebrity-meeting fantasy is Stephen Fry and Dylan Moran? What the hell, brain?