God I had a weird dream last night. Very fucking weird. I dreamt that Crystal Palace FC was playing in the Champions' League and that I was about to watch the match live on the telly, when I remembered that I had to go to work. Stranger still, was the fact that I was working in an office that overlooked Selhurst Park (Palace's ground) and my desk was next to Howesy's. I can't remember who Palace's opponents were, but it wasn't Brentford FC. Or Hull. It may have been Arsenal though, as I have a faint recollection that Arsene Wenger was sniffing around the place.So, Howesy and I are sitting at our desks which are positioned right next to the office balcony. We're pretending to get on with some sort of paperwork whilst really waiting for the sporting entertainment to start, when suddenly Neil Warnock walks on stage and announces the pre-match entertainment gig.
"Ladies and Gentlemen", says our Neil. "I'd like you all to give a very warm welcome for today's warm-up act" (see, this is how weird this dream was; a bloody warm-up act at a Champions' league game?!?).
"Put your hands together for...Paul McCartney and the Brian Moore Band".
McCartney swaggers onto the stage in his own inimitable way doing all the thumbs-up-all-right-our-kid malarkey, closely followed by four identical Brian Moores weilding custom Brian Moore guitars. The Brians were dishing out free Gillingham FC fanzines which were called "Brian Moore's Head Looks Uncannily Like The London Planetarium" (which is an actual fanzine that I've encountered in real life). I can't remember what songs they played, but they were alright for an old band.
McCartney swaggers onto the stage in his own inimitable way doing all the thumbs-up-all-right-our-kid malarkey, closely followed by four identical Brian Moores weilding custom Brian Moore guitars. The Brians were dishing out free Gillingham FC fanzines which were called "Brian Moore's Head Looks Uncannily Like The London Planetarium" (which is an actual fanzine that I've encountered in real life). I can't remember what songs they played, but they were alright for an old band.
They finished the set and Howesy and I joined McCartney on stage for an expresso as all the roadies rushed around us, packing up all the gear in time for kick-off.
"Ahright lads, whadya reckon o' the gig?" asked Paul.
"You should start using a Mellotron again. Oasis have nicked your sound" I said.
"Who the fuck are Oasis?"
"Exactly."
"Ahright lads, whadya reckon o' the gig?" asked Paul.
"You should start using a Mellotron again. Oasis have nicked your sound" I said.
"Who the fuck are Oasis?"
"Exactly."
Noodle bars - cheap health food or just cheap food? Every now and then I get the urge to stick my nose into a large bowl of fish stock flavoured soup, which also contains cabbage, squid, fish balls, and erm, lots of other unidentified stuff (supposedly edible) that is covered in black pepper. It tastes great, it really does but the only decent noodle bar round here that serves it is in Beckenham. Bit of a trek really, so this was conjoured up really quickly the other night in the kitchen. Perhaps it was some fermented ingredient in that brew which triggered the weird dream process.
