Last night I dreamed I was in a motorway service station, having a cup of tea and a chat with Paul Harrison from the Beatles (that's what he was called in the dream, but perhaps I really meant George McCartney). And I was the age I am now, but Paul was in his late twenties, dressed as though it was 1970.
It was fun. I think I'll make a habit of hobnobbing with celebreties.
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