This dream started with me in mother’s bedroom (without mother) and I really needed a wee. Thing was, there were 2 girls in the room too (pretty girls y’know, phwoar) and no toilet. So I put up a little screen and made a makeshift toilet out of a green plastic stool and a couple of cardboard boxes stuffed with tissues. And when I finished one of the girls asked for it cos they too needed a wee. And I let them have it and they were grateful. I left them my business card and left.

Then Mike, my mother and I all went to Madame Tussauds (which looked nothing like it does) and I was very excited about seeing the Morecambe & Wise model (which I think actually might be there). And we’d packed our own food and drink to save a bit of money because it was expensive (Mike said a cup of tea was “probably about £70.”)
And so we went around and split up for a bit. While we split up I walked out and went to the other side of town for a design seminar. And on the way I saw a really cool tombstone that had an attachment symbol (like on an email) on it and instead of the file name it had the deceased’s name. So I went to the seminar and the guy only said one line. I forget what it was.

So I came back and met up with Mike and we had a look round and saw some of the waxworks. And in one room they had Brum (the car) along with some other kids TV cars, and for some reason a guy was spray painting them all black. Maybe cos they weren’t being used anymore.
And by this point I was getting upset because we hadn’t seen the Morecambe & Wise waxwork. And a guy behind us, who worked there, told us that it had been moved because it had been broken. So we went and found it and they’d put it against a wall and put a merchandise stand in front of it so you couldn’t see it. But I really wanted a photo, so Mike moved the stand. But as he did, Morecambe’s wrist broke off and the waxwork fell over. So we both made a run for it and then we heard “Oh no! They’re in trouble. Get them! The big ginger one and the one who looks like he was in Love Actually!”

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