Sunday, May 29, 2005
A Strange Dream
In the strange dream I had last night the ethereal background music was being played by Tony "Bongo" Blair and his Downing Street Unravellers - a weird hybrid exotica band made up of politicians and lavatory attendents.
In it I'm whisked back to the swinging somethings when everyone was an art student of some kind and carried folders under their arms everywhere they went. They wore jaunty berets, beards and smocks embroidered with strange hieroglyphisics - everyone was dyslexic so the spellings didn't matter that much. I had been to an interview and the secretary had shown me to the panel of interviewers by means of a curcuitous route via Greenland by husky drawn sledge. She looked back as we passed some inuits scraping a crude effigy and said "Sorry to go round this way but the office is being refurbished and all the furniture has been moved to Belgium whilst they glue down the carpets ."
The maddening bongos continued to throb in the background and the snow swirled about us and the huskies howled as they vanished into the thickening blizzard.
Eventually we arrived at the place where the interview was to take place. It was a large studio filled with trousers stretched over wooden frames.