I'd somehow managed to piss off Barack Obama and Arthur Scargill. Worse, they both turned up at my house at the same time to tell me how angry they where.
Mr Obama arrived in that big car of his with lots of agent Smith look a likes. Mr Scargill turned up in a 2.8 granada, with two blokes with NUM donkey jackets, and a whippet. I was most scared of the whippet.
Tell me of your dreams?
Lazy blog:
Reflections on Dune
1 day ago
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Not quite dreams, but a little bit more worrying for me - getting up in the middle of the night to make a cup of milo - and not remembering it. I hope that's all I did when is sleep drinking.
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