I slept for 10 hours last night, and that's on top of my 2 hour nap yesterday afternoon; I must have been tired.

Now, it's not often that I dream of fandom things, which is surprising, considering how much of my time it takes up when I'm awake, but last night was an exception.

I dreamt that I had an alternate personality, and that alternate personality was Hallelujah. (I wasn't Allelujah in my dream though, I was myself, but for some reason my alternate personality was an evil guy with dark hair and tight jeans.) Hallelujah would come out when I was asleep at night, and when I'd wake up in the morning, I'd keep finding that he'd done all this stuff. I'd wake up to find my room strewn with empty beer bottles, or rubbish, or, in one case, a pinball machine. And, quite understandably, I was all "Goddammit Hallelujah, stop making me do stuff without me knowing!"

I also dreamt that I was trying to walk up a very very steep road; it was so steep that I almost had to climb. I dreamt it in two different instances; during my nap yesterday, and while I was asleep last night. Hmmm. Whatever that means. I have no idea.

In non dream news I was listening to the News Quiz on BBC Radio 4 last night. As you do. (I always rock out on a Friday night.) And Jeremy Hardy, who is a very funny man, came out with a line that was so funny I had to share.

They were talking about giving money to lap-dancers and pole-dancers:

Phill Jupitus: "...as I delicately tuck twenty pounds into her knickers."

Jeremy Hardy: Apparently, if you haven't got cash, you can use a swipe-card.