Dream Diaries…123

09/05/24

It is Joseph Fullman’s birthday, and everyone’s invited. He has decked the backyard to resemble a pirate ship. Great lengths of fairy light rigging, an upended beer barrel bar, a snapping tarpaulin. Everyone is dressed buccaneer.

13/05/24

I am a member of The Stranglers’ Motorcycle Club. We ride through English villages, painting anything that takes our fancy, beige; cottage walls, cardboard boxes, garden furniture, shop fronts, etc. JJ Burnel says two coats are needed.

17/05/24

“If this shower can do it, then, so can I!”

The amphitheatre is packed from the stalls to the gods. But curiously, there is no obvious stage. A delegation from The House of Lords has arrived. Everyone begins to rise, and a line of dignitaries elbow their way through the crowd. I stand as they pass close by me. But, on recognising some of their faces from the papers, I sit down again. In protest, I play my small part.

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