Every now and then I’ll go through a spate of seemingly random yet vivid dreams, the sort you can still remember quite clearly once you wake up. Anyhows I’m currently going through one of these dreams-of-a-mentalist phases so I thought it only appropriate to share my lunacy with the world.
Monday night I found myself in a queue waiting to go on stage for an X Factor audition. Poppy was in the queue with me because Vicky and her sister Helena had already been on stage for their audition and I was only doing it to help make them look better (nope, I didn’t know if they’d gone through or not). Once I got on stage (I only recall Simon Cowell being there.. lots of shiny lights on my face so I couldn’t see the audience) I sang some Shirley Bassey and Tom Jones numbers – I strangely don’t remember what songs they were, but I was quite good which means this is confirmed as being a dream and not a prem0nition. To finish off my long-winded audition, for comedy value I then sang in the style of Eric Cartman off-of South Park, which is believable. And the dream ended….
Tuesday took the bizarre theme and multiplied it some. I was David Mitchell filming an episode of Peep Show.. I was the actual David Mitchell. We were filming an episode which was taking place in a room which looked half like my grandparents living room at one end, and the other end some sort of old fashioned kitchen from the Victorian era. Robert Webb was there too in character and was painting a picture for Big Suze. The painting in question was a very large piece of canvas on to which he was making brightly coloured prints by dipping various pieces of home entertainment equipment in to paint and then blotting them on the canvas. All this was carefully supervised by the father of my mate Mike (Mike/Mr H/Sir, if you’re reading this, yes, you) who was acting as a consultant advising the best way to use home entertainment equipment as paint spreaders. I recall a flat screen TV and an amplifier being used to paint with. I/David caused quite a few problems with the filming of this scene because I got the giggles and couldn’t stop laughing. We agreed that this scene will have to go in the out-takes for the DVD. And the dream ended….
That’s two dreams so far… I’ll let you know if there’s more tonight. Any budding Freuds please feel free to let me know your interpretations! Joseph doesn’t seem to be able to help me much yet due to the lack of corn / star / skinny and fat cow related references.
This time it isn’t my gadget… this review is based on Vicky’s opinions of her new toy. Okay, so her voiced opinions maybe slightly skewed as the object in question is her 30th birthday present off me, but I’m sure they’ll still be valid. Today’s gadget is the Sony Reader Touch (PRS-600). Is it a book? Is it a gadget? Yes to all of the above. It is digital book… the screen is a special e-ink display which is intended to look exactly the same as n0rmal printed text. The 2GB memory card can hold literally thousands of books simultaneously and the battery is able to last up to 2 weeks with daily use. I preloaded the reader with a few public domain books downloaded from 
then fear not… bung the Windows Home Server Rescue Disc in the CD drive, boot the PC and it’ll connect to your home server and within a few minutes (10 when I tested it) your PC will be back to where you left it before you installed that free Britney Spears screensaver that seemed wipe your hard drive.
