Last night I had this strange dream that I thought I'd share with you all.

I owned all these minuature intruments that I knew how to play, but when anyone would mention them I would get all shy and change the subject.
One of my old teachers from school came to me and told me about playing in a special concert and how she thought I would do the school proud.
I told her I would do it and everyone got really excited, but I tried to just block it out of my mind, worrying that I'd mess up because the intruments were so small and my fingers were big.
When the big day came I turned up and waited in the wings of the stage ready with my tiny intruments, slightly nervous and shaking. I remember thinking "I can't play these intruments like this"
Just before I was about to go on I placed all of my tiny intruments into my mouth where they would seemingly disapear and I proceeded to the stage.
Here is where I sang in the quietest, most feeble, almost inaudable voice to everyone who had come that day.
I was quite embarressed and ashamed to say the least, but then I woke up to the sound of people drilling right outside our bedroom window.
Aaaaah, it was all a dreeeeeam...
WHAT THE FUCK???
It was about 8.30 AM and some fucking twats were drilling away outside as if they hadnt a care in the world. Almost as if they'd never felt what it was like to quietly sing with a mouthfull of intruments.
Anyway, I was too tired and too scared to shout anything at them so I went to the kitchen, grabbed the first things I could find and threw them down a couple of plums..
Yeah thats right, I threw plums at them!
I'm a rebel.
I went back to bed feeling very pleased with myself knowing that they were talking about my plums and wondering where they had come from..