I had a very bizarre dream last night. I got ill and died, and my ghost kind of hovered around a fairground.
BUT, by virtue of having a basic understanding of electricity, I could effect it and electronics. This meant that, despite having passed on, I could still answer my mobile and write and reply to emails. I had to explain to everyone that called me that I was very sorry, but I couldn't go out, meet them or anything, because I was dead.
Then Pete Waterman rang and offered me a job, and I had to decline through being...vitally challenged. He was a little taken aback. Perhaps understandably.
I woke up and found, to my relief, that I was alive, and someone had just sent me a text message.
La vie est belle, mais ****ing strange.
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