In the middle of a fairly predictable dream of renegade buckaneers racing around the english countryside and suburbs, which made the transition to an anarchic immersion team game of killing and the undead, I happened to have pointed out to me a some huge futuristic earth-moving machine that was apparently to feature in some new blockbuster porn film. The natural question was:
– “Are AC/DC doing the soundtrack?”
The answer was in the negative so obviously I replied
– “Well, I’m not interested then”
At my desk this afternoon:
Eavesdropping on a discussion of interest rates and ‘rho’ my overtired mind turned it into a contemplation of the pros and cons of cutting our garden with a small tractor.