WFL

Last night I dreamt that my girlfriend and I had started a club. We'd done no advertising yet were dressed to the nines and expecting the place to be packed. I remember her and myself walking around the place as if we were seals, at least we made some seal sounds. Uf-uf, uf-uf. We had prepared loads of champagne flutes standing around and as Mr. B came in through the door, Happy Mondays' "God's Cop" started playing. It was lovely.