Footballing dream. Was playing for Queen Anne, 11 a side, against the year above us. Kevin Lasenby, Grant Lorimer and Graham Hill (why he was there i dont know) were in their side. Their captain was flitting between being David Platt and Lee Dixon (like some sort of weird shape shifter), playing at right back with a broken arm that was in a sling. Dunno who won.
Also tonight I had a dream about needing the bog, and ending up pissing in the corner of my mums kitchen next to the old hoover washer. I couldn’t stop either, even when Frank Bough of grandstand and laterly S and M fame, came in (dressed as frankie howard from Up Pompey) and tried to tell me something that my mother wanted me to know. ‘Look frank, can’t you see I am busy?’ – ‘Oh, erm, yes, I’ll come back’.