Oh great, I had a dream about David Bain

Party? Sounds great, unfortunately... I don't do parties, that's a nada on the party.

So the other day I was working hard on my lucid dreaming techniques, hoping to conjure up a young Geena Davis later in the evening. But no, I get big Dave. This is how it played out:

I was in some sort of community hall sitting at a table with David Bain and a bunch of other community hall types. I think we were doing a community activity like art and/or craft, perhaps making macaroni bead necklaces.

I can’t say for sure but I think he was wearing that knitted jersey. He asked everyone if we wanted to go to his place for a party, probably wanting to celebrate his acquittal.

I can remember thinking ‘oh no, I’m definitely bailing on this one’. Then I felt bad because noone else was saying they’d go either. But I told myself that there are always some losers who end up going to this sort of thing out of pity, and that I didn’t need to feel bad.

And that was the dream. A classic George Costanza: trying to get out of an awkward social event. I suppose I should be grateful, as far as dreams go, it could have been a lot worse. I could have been on his paper round with him, or riding bareback across a meadow on a horse with him.

Ha, I'll be home by Christmas.