His Grace, Bishop Michael

YES THAT'S RIGHT: DREAMS ARE BLOG FILLER  - SO SUE ME

Last night I dreamed that Michael was a bishop. A six year old bishop. This wasn't particularly remarkable to the dreaming me. There were a series of stories where his bishopicality just happened to come in handy, the way that Felix's underpants just happened to come in very useful in every Felix's Amazing Underpants strip in Viz. I recall saying to Elf (in the dream) "... well, Michael is a bishop, so why don't we just ..." I don't recall his denomination.

Dog dreams

When we see a dog lying on its side, fast asleep, with its legs twitching, don't we all say "Ah, he's dreaming of chasing rabbits"?

Has it ever occurred to anyone else, that he's actually dreaming he's being chased by a rabbit - a seven foot tall rabbit with dripping fangs and flames bursting forth from it's nostrils? A rabbit that bears a strange resemblance to that dog that used to live next door, that one with the stupid jingly collar that gave him fleas that time, and that didn't know how to fetch, but actually bit the newspaper in half, and also by the way, the sky is green?