So this happened: For some reason (how many dream recollections don’t start like that?), I met Richard Armitage. Maybe I met him because I was
How would you react if you suddenly got a phone call from Peter Jackson’s people, asking you to come out to New Zealand for a
Richard, Richard, Richard … Every time you enter my dreamscape, you leave confusion in your wake. Okay, last time it wasn’t very confusing, just surprising.
Before I completely forget, I have to quick recall what little I remember of a dream I had last night: Richard Armitage had got married.
It happened again! Doesn’t quite match last time it happened – because meeting him in the street was pretty darn sweet – but on the
Humber Road, to be precise. He was walking down it, in broad daylight. And why was I sort of having a conversation with his “manager”?
You know when you have a dream, think it’s the bees knees, and then you wake up again an hour later and have completely forgotten