I have no idea why I keep dreaming that Johnny Vegas and I are on some sort of journey/adventure together.
The last time, we were in a luxurious hotel trying to head downstairs to find a hospital or some form of treatment for hurt limbs after a hectic sojourn through hell & high tide. We found the hotel swimming pool, which was a far better distraction.
This time we'd been on some far flung trip, down rapids at one point I think - but that's what comes of playing Wii golf too late at night (I'd got the flowing rivers implanted on my retina, I think). I gave him a 'mate' kind of hug at the end - he had a really nice, dark blue, soft jersey top on. I remember thinking, what lovely soft cotton.
Ho hum.
