Had a series of dreams last night.

It started where my grandad took me to Blackpool. We didn’t do much, went in a music arcade. And I bought Mike a joke book that also had trivia about 1900s variety acts.

(A few other things happened here but I can’t remember them)

Then I found out I’d got an interview at a place in Paris on the 72nd floor of a building. But the thing was, this building was enormous. Like thousands of feet high. It looked like that red thing (called Orbit) next to the olympic stadium.

So I went there and waited for the lift. As I got there I just missed the lift. I was disappointed at this cos there were a few nice girls In the lift. So I waited for the next one and when it came it was considerably smaller. So we crammed in and this big fat bloke got in and as the door was shutting Simon (who was there) got his hand stuck in the door so we pushed him out.

So the lift starts going up, I’m crouching on the floor, eyes shut, clinging onto the fat guy’s leg for dear life. I tell them I’m scared of heights.

We get to the top and I get out and crawl along the floor. And into a round room that was the interview room. But it’s just an old computer with 2 buttons. On the screen it says “What do you think?” And on the buttons was a smiley face and a sad face. So I pressed the sad face and a trap door opened. I fell through, plummeting through the sky.

It then cut to a clip of Dara O’Brien explaining how I’d pulled the cord and opened my parachute and landed safely.

Then I got home and wondered around the garden for a bit.

Then I went to college and Jon Rimmer gave Gush £11. And then Gush and I rearranged the tables.

Then I went home and tried to remember everything that happened so I could write it up.