Last night I dreamt that I was a intelligence agent for the British Government working in Iran trying to get to the bottom of their clandestine nuclear weapons programme, had a conversation with Mahmoud Ahmadinejad's best friend, who said he was alright really, went to Tehran for some reason where loads of stuff was kicking off, got into a spot of bother with the military, and was saved by Konnie Huq, who turned up in a british police patrol car and whisked me away to relative safety. The rest of the dream was a enjoyable escape from certain death adventure with Mis Huq as my side kick.

I've check my records, and this seems to be the bizarrest 'Konnie Huq in Iran' related dream I can remember ever having. Anyone else?