Been somewhat disappointed that even after popping all these herbal sleeping pills I’ve been unable to bang Adam Rickitt or even have tea with Margaret Thatcher. The good news is those I have been sleeping pretty well. It is February after all, and we all not what happens in February (see January for boring people). Also started on Dexter season seven, shame I’m going to finish the complete lot by the end of February, still, makes up for lack of dreams.

So we were on the plane to LAX, but it suddenly got diverted to India. That was fine as both Jamie and I were given jobs at an office in the airport. Jamie was getting stuck into his the other side of a glass partition. I was getting very frustrated as I kept doing typing errors but instead of being able to delete them lots of Indian text kept appearing. Anyway a chap turned up and said I just had to highlight it all with ‘q’ and then delete it with ‘p’. We then went out to lunch. Neither of our phones could pick up a signal so no one knew where we were. We went to get back into the airport but were stopped by security, they were chucking everyone out. They were shouting that a space alien had got through immigration. We could see it in the corner of the ceiling. I sent Dillon up to check it out. He said it wasn’t a space alien but some sort of bear.

I’ll take some more of those sleeping pills tonight, haven’t had that vivid a dream since I was tossing off Keith Lemon and the Saturdays.