May 3, 2020
People are talking of Covid isolation dreams, like they have never had mad dreams before. Welcome to my world, bitches. I have had mad dreams every single night of my entire life. Last night I dreamt of my old friend and former colleague Gill, who, as far as I know, is entirely unmusical. Yet there she was on a stage, in some pub, playing an electric guitar, doing mad and brilliant covers of the most unlikely songs. She finished with a one-string rendition of “Jesus Built My Hot Rod”. It was stupendous. I felt admiration and massive, massive envy.