An interesting dream last night.

I dreamt that I went out for drinks in a top London Hotel with Brooke Shields, Michael Jackson and my friend Mr B.

Brooke was in town, so I phoned her up and asked her if she wanted to meet up later that evening [Kind of a bit like in the film, Notting Hill]. Now the background to this is that I went out with a Brooke Shields lookalike back in the day and there was even a rumour running round the Academy that I was actually going out with Brooke Shields. I received a dinner party invitation once to J. and Brooke! Odd how these rumours blow things out of all proportion.

The rest of the dream was kind of confusing. I know that Mr B was driving my car and had difficulties parking it in central London and that Michael Jackson phoned through with some kind of half hearted excuse why he couldn't meet us that night.

So there were just three of us in the hotel in the end. I think I had a bloody Mary, Mr B had some kind of Whiskey and Brooke Shields was drinking something pretty light with Coke.

The rest of the evening was rather blurred possibly due to the alcohol, and then I woke up.

The day that followed bore no resemblance to the dream.