C Comes to me in a Dream
I don’t often dream of C, as I rarely dream about people, but I did last night. We were house hunting in Hampstead, or more likely a bit south-west. At one point we were in a garage and a lady appeared with a basset hound. He was called Lord Kinloch and two others appeared. We both thought this was the area for us. We were looking at a wreck of a property, when we met the very personable Asian developer. He said that he had the property for us just off Marylebone Lane. C also said she could put him in touch with a solicitor from Swindon, who had property to convert in London. The dream ended as we drove to Marylebone Lane.
The funny thing about the dream was that C was driving a blue Jaguar XJ-S. She had several, but all were red.
Farringdon, Dunblane and now Cumbria
Do people never learn that guns kill people. I can’t see the fascination. On my office wall is a picture of C with Alec Scott who was murdered because things got out of hand and a shotgun was easily available.
All guns should at least be kept locked with two keys and two independent responsible keyholders, if nothing to prevent suicides. They banned the wrong thing when they banned hunting with hounds.
My heart goes out to all affected in Cumbria.
Skype
I’m using Skype a bit. My ID is ‘vagueshot’ Send a message before calling please.
Liverpool On The Brink?
There is a report today on the BBC that Benitez is going to leave.
No-one seems interested in buying the club, s perhaps we’ll have more of the same rubbish from a once-great club. And of course lots more whinging Scousers.
The Anonymous Widower 