[I've just woken from the Best Dream Ever, and these are the impressions I must capture before they leave me]...
1. The exact phenomenological opposite of whatever Joyce Grenfell used to do.
2. Sinitta rendered in marble with a colour temperature of 4800K.
3. A band called the Fuzzbunnies, fronted by me, playing at a benefit to pay the legal fees of a juvenile delinquent called Ana (whom I secretly fancy), jailed in Vermont for "shouting in public" and "approximating the sound and spite of a tenor saxophone".
4. Whatever would simultaneously make Alan Alda puke and Edna Welthorpe faint.
[The next time you have a dream about what Pop Is, please add it to this thread].
― Michael Jones, Friday, 25 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)