Soviet Slumbers

I've been having a rather strange twenty four hours or so. Yesterday evening was spent lying on my bed feeling dizzy and weak. Today I was at work, but finding things rather tough going. I felt like I was going to have a stroke or something, pains in my head and difficulty moving about...in fact by the end of the working day I was finding it a real pain to walk around. "Like climbing Everest" I posted to Twitter. And after a delayed trip home (are they replacing every single gas pipe in town or something?) I went to bed to sleep it off.

Once again, I had weird dreams. In the first one, my television exploded (and so did the engine of the car I haven't got) and I was just standing there, wondering how I was going to fix the damage. But then that dream stopped, and I found myself in a new one, which was much more fun. So much so that I decided when I woke up to blog about it straight away, so apologies if this doesn't make much sense...

Anyway, I was at work and in discussion with some of my colleagues there, where we agreed to start a band. We would call it "Blatant Rumours" but we were going to pronounce the first word BEL-a-tant and write the R at the beginning of Rumours back-to-front, to make it look Russian. Then we decided to take the Russian theme a stage further and decided we would all wear red T-shirts with our names on them, in Russian, when we were on stage. And we'd do covers of old Russian folk songs with funny English lyrics. You could imagine us like the Monkees in the 1960s, but in Cyrillic.

Not sure what part I was going to have in the band. Drummer, or bass guitarist?

Anyway, it all ended in tears when one of us was found in a van with an empty bottle of tabasco sauce lying beside him, eyes bulging out of his head. "We could have been SO BIG!!" I shouted at his motionless unconscious body...