This is weird! Last night I had too much to dream about another blogger.
Now stop right there y’all!
It wasn’t anything that would make Jimmy Stewart dread hanging from a drainpipe. There were, however, the occasional half-remembered references to abseiling down Sydney’s Centre-Point Tower, drunken nail polish application sessions and Pia Zadora helping Santa Claus conquer the Martians. Ok, so the first one really is a dream.
That might seem pretty odd, but sure as they harvest cheese from the Sea Of Tranquillity, it makes a refreshing, and less threatening, change from my standard dream involving capes, crosses and Christopher Lee.
Never the less, I was somewhat surprised to experience a dream where Spleeny Andrea chased me around Florida in the Batmobile.
Up to now my most memorable experience of Florida was a bus driver who persisted in calling Ocala, Cla and St Petersburg S'peet. This in turn meant that when I asked the girl sitting next to me the perfectly respectable question, "How long to Orlando?" I was met with the hieroglyphic response; "WHERE? Lanno? You ain frm rown ear."
Errr, no.
Anyhoo, when I awoke I spent two hours cowering in bed hoping that I'd only just envisioned a commercial for expensive soap.
Shut me up! Time for beer.
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