Thursday, 5 July 2012

Last night I dreamt about Paul Thompson

Paul Thompson is a guy from work, I've not seen him for a while since our team moved from ISS to Computing Science (& relocated offices at the same time).

Last night I dreamt that Paul Thompson had an evening job as a chef in a local restaurant, which also offered takeaway.

I rang up for tagine and lamb shank (takeaway). They were cooked beautifully, Paul was a great chef.


  1. Sorry about that - I suspect it's as a result of the oneiric tagine I purchased from a ghostly old fellow named 'monsieur bleu' when I stumbled into an obscure part of the Majorelle Garden.

  2. Come to think of it, it'll probably be due to the psychic anchovies that swim in the Mine at Weiliczska - I use them to stuff the lamb.