You are in the middle of a pleasant dream featuring power-dressing women with wads
of £50 notes stuffed into their shoulder pads. As they dance with ribbons around a 1:20
scale model of the London Stock Exchange made out of solid gold, they feast on Red
Ken's spit-roasted flesh, served in Hoi Sin sauce.
You wake up in your own bedroom. You lie diagonally across the bed, and you notice
that you've accidentally knocked Margaret the Teddy Bear onto the floor during the night.
Luckily, you're quick-witted enough to say ten Hail Marys as penance, and no further
harm is done.
Suddenly you look at the clock and realise you were supposed to arrive at the BBC for
an interview 15 minutes ago. You reach into your underwear drawer and unwittingly pull
out a long-forgotten comb.
Run the comb through your hair - you're going to be on telly!
Toss the comb aside and slide into your favourite pair of Y-fronts.
of £50 notes stuffed into their shoulder pads. As they dance with ribbons around a 1:20
scale model of the London Stock Exchange made out of solid gold, they feast on Red
Ken's spit-roasted flesh, served in Hoi Sin sauce.
You wake up in your own bedroom. You lie diagonally across the bed, and you notice
that you've accidentally knocked Margaret the Teddy Bear onto the floor during the night.
Luckily, you're quick-witted enough to say ten Hail Marys as penance, and no further
harm is done.
Suddenly you look at the clock and realise you were supposed to arrive at the BBC for
an interview 15 minutes ago. You reach into your underwear drawer and unwittingly pull
out a long-forgotten comb.
Run the comb through your hair - you're going to be on telly!
Toss the comb aside and slide into your favourite pair of Y-fronts.