Tuesday, 3 April 2012
Last night I dreamt I met Liam Neeson at the bus station. He was kind enough to give me an autograph and a hug. I had to tip-toe to reach up and wrap my arms around him -I liked that. When I finally dragged myself from my dreamy slumber I ate rainbow trout for breakfast. I smoked tobacco on the way to the bus station and arrived at my tutors house fifteen minutes early, so I smoked more tobacco and ate a stick of licorice whilst I stood in the rain. I spoke French for about two hours and got the bus back home. I had Steak and Kidney pie for tea, with a large glass of Gin and Tonic. Now I'm listening to Pink Floyd's Echoes and wondering whether I'll actually get any of my French on paper.