Tuesday, Dec. 07, 2004 - 10:15 p.m.
Come on down and let''s play shooting stars
On the plane I woke up two hours before They deemed it proper to wake up - when the lights are kept low and there's nothing but that awful Canadian Just for 'L@ughs' on for entertainment. Awful twilight time. But I calmed myself gazing out of the window, wrapping the blanket around my head to obscure all light. And that's when I found myself eye-level with a shooting star.That's pretty nice. And rare.
Also, when I was away I had a semi-rude dream about Vic and Bob. I had been on the piss with Bob and was having THE BEST TIME EVER and we passed by Vic's house and popped in and he had all these tiny kids running about the place, wearing these brilliant knitted sleepsuits that he'd made them. They had like elephant ears and noses and over the bum he'd applique'd on 'Poo'. Then Vic touched my bum and it was nice.
Christmas shopping update: One pres for £12 and one pair of boots FOR ME for £70. Ooops.