On Saturday, due to a combination of
tiredness and a beer at the football, I drifted off to sleep during half time
of the FA Cup Final. It was that kind of lucid semi-sleep, where you are just
dipping beneath the surface, not diving all the way into blackness but almost
existing in two worlds at the same time. You might call it dozing off. Around
ten minutes into the second half I surfaced, dazed and confused from my slumber
to utter the immortal words “we’ve got cheese haven’t we?” As the words were
coming out of my mouth, I became aware of what I was saying but it was too late
to stop them forming and being released. Where it came from, I have no idea. As
I was in my mum and dad’s front room at the time, this crazy drivel provided no
end of amusement and bewilderment to my parents, my missus and my boys. What sort of stupidity goes on in our sub conscious? Perhaps
I believed I was Wallace from Wallace and Gromit or maybe I was preparing a mental
shopping list? Does Barack Obama ever dream of cheese? Who knows…
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