Monthly Archives: June 2013

Whist your noise and hand me that gin… drinking in pregnancy

A couple of weeks ago I was in the pub with the Doc, accompanying him to what could loosely be described as a  reunion with a number of his old uni pals.  It was a relatively summery day (although you wouldn’t have known it from the dankness of the public house), so when asked what […]

Dream Seven: Intergalactic Beauty Pageants

Unlike the terror-filled apocalyptic dreams of late, last night’s was in some senses a little more prosaic, though not without its oddness.  The organisation I work for (in conscious life) was (in the dream) sponsoring a kind of high-brow beauty pageant – if such a thing exists.  The idea, I gather, was to have a […]