The other night I had a dream.
Tony Plant had stolen my car. It's a VW Passat of uncertain fate, and it mystified me that Tony would want it. However, it soon became apparent that he didn't want the car. He'd liberated it from me because he wanted my new phone, a BlackBerry Z10, which was in the car.
Tony wanted the phone because it had a magical ringtone.
I woke up at this point. I looked at my new phone. I don't like it at all, but I suppose its ringtone is alright. But - and let's not beat about the bush - Tony would have been mad to try and steal it, and madder still to steal a car to steal a phone.
Back in the real world, last weekend I played in the Lyonesse Cup on the Isles of Scilly. Sadly my team, the illustrious Dynamo Choughs, lost 3-1 to an Isles of Scilly 11. The Scillies footballers can now boast not only the world's smallest football league but also the bragging rights to the world's smallest football trophy, for the Lyonesse Cup stands a mere 6mm tall. There's more on this enterprise here and I'm presently working with Three S Films on a documentary. Pictured below, courtesy of Three S and Mitch Adams, are my good self, team doctor Seamus Mulholland and, wearing no. 11, Christian Guerrini, whose song, 'I'm a Dynamo Chough - and you are get choughed up', is a masterpiece.
Also in the real world, I had a couple of waves the other day, too. Perhaps the warmer water helped, or maybe I'd behaved well enough for the surf gods to smile on me, but my many health problems disappeared and I actually had some good rides.
Back to the unreal world of work now.
