Wierd aren't they?
What dreams have you had recently?

I don't often dream but I've had a couple of odd ones these last few nights. In one I was Harry Potter and the death eaters were looking for me, they found me in a hedge so I told them I was just a living waxwork that Voldermort had bought to make sure everyone knew what they were looking for, they believed me and went away.

The other one was about me hosting some kind of chat show (my guests were Barbra Streisand and Jamie Oliver and Arcade Fire were performing a duet with Gillian Mckeith), there was a massive storm so everyone had to come round to my house because it was too dangerous to get to the studios. We had to climb out of my window on a rope made of dressing gowns and go down to the cellar (that had magically appeared beneath the house) where we would be safe from the lightening. The camera crew didn't turn up and neither did Barbra Streisand which we were a bit pissed off about so we all sang that Duck Sauce song but instead of saying her name we just flapped our arms and made chicken noises, I got a bit angry because Jamie Oliver made a really shit cheesecake that looked terrible on camera but then I remembered that the camera crew hadn't turned up so it didn't matter and everything was fine.