It’s dream time.
This one actually came from yesterday morning rather than today but the rugby was on all yesterday so I didn’t get time to blog. More about rugby later.
The setting is somewhere in Peru, a jungle in Peru to be exact, and I’ve just crashed a plane with co-pilot Lisa Simpson. God knows why, I haven’t watched The Simpsons in god knows how long.
Again, not sure how I knew it was Peru, but it was one of those ‘not-mentioned-but-definitely-the-case’ things you get in dreams, and I had fecked up some thing on the back of the plane that was expelling a lot of air or gas. Lisa knew how to fix it.
Of course.
So she tells me to get onto the England football team, they will have the 2 lead shaft pipes we need to plug it with, and of course they are now locals here.
So I call up David Beckham and he tells me they got rid of their pipes a few hours back because they had no use for them… I thought nothing of this, but Lisa burst into tears and it was then I woke up.
Now. I’ve done a little bit of dream psychology and I have no idea what the latent meaning of this dream is, apart from the obvious; “you’re crazy and don’t need a meaning behind it, stop eating so much cheese before bed”.
I actually paraphrased this onto my phone’s notes to be able to write this, as I definitely would have forgotten it and got a completely wrong version of it like “I was on a plane torturing Lisa Simpson with pipes whilst John Terry had a wank”, or something similar….
I just told my girlfriend on Skype that she has lovely nuns. Oh dear.
Moving on swiftly, six nations started.
All cheer!
Good stuff. The opening day was spent eating a copious amount of crap and drinking fine Irish Magners with a ton of ice with my feet up all day.

Italy skipper Leonardo Ghiraldini and Ireland's Brian O'Driscoll face off for curviest man award.
Irelands performance, despite a moderately comfortable scoreline and win, was -as described by Kidney himself- rusty.
For what I can only hope to be a fantastic attempt of a back to back grand slam win, something no country has done since it became the six nations from five in 2000, I will be hoping more comes from the match at Paris this weekend coming.
I’m really jealous my brother is going to Ireland v England at Twickenham, but I would much rather go to Croker to experience a rugby match before the move back to a new Lansdowne Road.
Oh wells, maybe I can hope on Donegal making the all irelands this year?
Enough sport chat, I am gonna wrap up with a promise of analysing page 3 girls chatting absolute bollocks soon in a feature I might call “Massive views, deluded tits.”
Currently listening to: The Frames - Live at the Metro – 2007 (song : Song for Someone).
