That Song About the Something

Friday. I was so relieved to have Friday's phone interview over I shouted to flatmate: Let us go to the shop and buy food, and possibly wine. I could eat a camel's arse.

Well we shortly thereafter found ourselves in the booze section, and there she said to me What do you want? And I said to her How bout this one, and I lazily pulled from the self the brother of the bottle that crashed after to the floor and died as we looked on. And then a man came with some kitchen roll and cleaned it up as we looked on.

I had a crazy dream the other night; me and the faceless man figure who is sometimes my sidekick in dreams, were running away from Morgan Freeman and Gene Hackman and their association of shady characters, because they believed we were in possession of some sacred/ confidential document, but it turns out it was just a book that was available for sale in Waterstones and other leading retail outlets across the country. So it was fine.