I had a dream last night where I was sat in my garden nice and happily basking the the maternal glory of the sun, up until several planes whizzed overhead at a ridiculously low level whilst spraying poison clouds all over the place until the sky was engulfed in hazey misery. I was not impressed but my sister then arrived and told me to get in the car as it was about to leave

I remember parking up near some beachy area, and I then remember going along on a speed boat with Michael Jackson (when he was semi-black, but he had a beard) and a couple other people were on board and steering. Some person was being waterskiing from our boat but he fell off and that was the end of that. Me and Jacko were tapping on the table with our fingers performing some complex musical beat in perfect sync. He said it was very good and I felt like his spirit had been unlocked inside of myself. He then vanished and I felt slightly renewed in myself.

I don't remember what happened next, but once I was back on land I remember a suspicious group of men getting out of vans roaming about as a some thick gunky lava was spreading about all over the show like some apocalyptic event, although it didn't feel any big deal at all.

The shadey lot in suits confronted me, but what happened next escapes me...

Then Owen from Eastenders was smashing and breaking everything in town because Phil had told him to leave the pub forever.

I woke up and within a couple of hours I had got some pokémon cards from a pleasant little shop for a great deal thanks to the pleasant lady whom works there. Then I saw my good old chum at his workplace and he told me he had heard my belching last night from halfway down the street. Aparantly he was in a park that night and I was almost about to go in there, but it was rainy and my ears were cold.

The moral of the story is, winter sucks and my ears don't like it, BUT my ears do love this (and so should yours) [link]