I woke up to snapshots of various images, all unlikely to happen around me:
A table tennis game on grass, with paddles that contained no middles. All the while I played doubles on my own and was one anal bastard about the rules that I sit here, remembering, annoyed.
There was a beautiful Indian princess who wanted to marry me, yet I went out of my way to avoid meeting her face to face. Even so far as to throw myself on to a railway line.
There were potato skins that metamorphosed into fish pie that I turned down and sex with strangers I turned also avoided. I do believe I may have wanted to watch cricket at some point.
Let’s hope today is a better me. Because, I don’t know who sleepy time me was.
Maybe I was abducted by the little blue men.
It’s time to rise and shine, put on a little Kenny G and have muesli for breakfast. Maybe watch America’s Top Model and Made In Chelsea later. That will do me fine.