Trevor McDonald and I went to art school together, and upon completion of our course we went to visit the Prime Minister to get our stamps of approval. Trevor love.

This may have just been a dream I had last night, but I like to think Trevor and I are connected in a way the "real world" just doesn't understand.

I don't like this real world. The people in it call me at 7am on a Saturday to try and convince me to do the things they are too lazy to do, and they want me to "lend" (give) them some money whilst I'm at it. They want me to do it now now now. GO AWAY. *snoozes*