That Twat has done it again. There I am in the land of slumber, occasionally spurting out the odd phrase to which the Twat takes great pleasure in replying to. Apparently I was yapping away quite a lot the other night but only half-consciously remember saying “Oh, he’s pretty harmless really – in fact he’s quite cuddly.”
I remember that part of the dream perfectly until suddenly ’somebody’ replied “well thank you.” That wasn’t what the person in my dream said so I can only presume that the Twat was up to his old tricks again and trying to converse with a semi-conscious woman who just happens to be talking a load of rubbish. Strangely enough, when I woke up, I told the Twat to leave me and my dreams alone.
“Yes, hon, but it’s not often that you compliment me.”
“There’s a reason for that. I was dreaming about Ian Hislop.”
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Really? I thought you might be dreaming about me! I do look a bit like Ian Hislop; two eyes, two ears, bald, big nose, and talk a load of crap, etc.
Isn’t that the one from ‘Have I got Newts for you’?
“trying to converse with a semi-conscious woman who just happens to be talking a load of rubbish.” How is this different from when you are awake?
Poor Mr. Hislop!
Yes, Bart.
Vicus, there is a huge difference.