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Last night's slumber-soap opera had Neil Young's guitar and Tom Wait's accordion refusing to be played by John Denver. I woke up a couple of times but each time I drifted back I went back to the dream.
Nurse! New meds for Mr. McCarthy!
"The opposite of love, after all, is not hate, but indifference."
The other night I dreamt I was being driven round Jakarta by one of my mates who had become a taxi driver (she can’t drive in real life and has no links to Asia). She took me to a British ex-pat boozer and in a roped off area, Jeremy Clarkson was head butting a wall, blood all over his face, he had also scrawled NCFC on the wall in blood, to show how much he loved Newcastle United (I was gonna mention it should be NUFC, but seeing as he was half way to bashing his brains out, left him to it). Got back in my mate’s taxi, told her about Clarkson and she said, “but the silly shit supports Chelsea!”.
That’s all I can remember - what the fuc k is that all about, eh?
I'm on Champix at the moment. Highly recommended if you want vivid, bat-shit crazy dreams. The other night I dreamed I was stuck in a dystopian virtual reality game being commentated by Mark and Lard from old Radio 1 days.
The other night I dreamt I was being driven round Jakarta by one of my mates who had become a taxi driver (she can’t drive in real life and has no links to Asia). She took me to a British ex-pat boozer and in a roped off area, Jeremy Clarkson was head butting a wall, blood all over his face, he had also scrawled NCFC on the wall in blood, to show how much he loved Newcastle United (I was gonna mention it should be NUFC, but seeing as he was half way to bashing his brains out, left him to it). Got back in my mate’s taxi, told her about Clarkson and she said, “but the silly shit supports Chelsea!”.
That’s all I can remember - what the fuc k is that all about, eh?
Well, you've obviously gone up in the world just recently, hence the dreams about your new Premiership friends. I have to admit I'm not much help regarding the J.C violence, but it would seem clear that Jakarta is where you chaps will be spending your newly acquired mid-season break.
Zamora. Wembley. 10 men. One shot. Goalposts for goalposts. That all feels like a dream. Was it a dream? The next season was definitely a nightmare - a bonus nightmare as Harry (the Sandman) might put it.
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