One I used to have occasionally was about football. I was running down the right wing on to a pass but could never, ever, EVER quite reach it, and it all happened in slow motion. And why the right wing? I could no more cross a ball with my right foot than I could speak fluent Basque. It was for standing on. Not a very good footballer.

(ella) Never mind all that, what about your dreams?

mooooooo i had dream bout a cow driving a bus, it tried to run me over, guess what im going to marry someone called pook!!!!!!!!!!!!

...Rosie's been at the Carlsberg again.

I don't believe in the evils of social drinking, I only ever drink alone and to help me forget.