i had a roll and fried egg with potato scone for breakfast 🍳

i met a journalist who was having the same predicament, seeing an oddly aggravating play and then finding no food. at several points i thought, this is fucking ridiculous, but everything had the appearance of places and things that i knew, and when i woke up, felt more like memories than dreams

ah, but the dog is a regular, they said. so i wandered into the lobby, ravenous. there was something happening in the grand hall but it wasn't clear if it was a wedding or a wake, so i was too scared to raid the buffet. it seemed late, but when i found myself walking outside it was still daytime

a man at the next table was rude to the staff, and i berated him, hoping this would earn me even a packet of crisps. it didn't. a stunning woman came in with a setter with the manner of an afghan hound. dotingly, the staff made it a ham sandwich. please, i begged, you've just made that dog some food

the staff changed every time i asked for food, snacks, anything, and always a different excuse. there was food only between 11-3, and it was now 8, even though i'd been there for hours. it was a turkish restaurant, and somehow no food was the custom. they brought me a pint I'd ordered hours ago.

i realised i was alone, and hungry, and wandered into the lounge of an old-fashioned hotel that i felt like I'd stayed in before. the bartender gave me a double whisky without asking, but, really, i was hungry. for a while it seemed like i was alone, then suddenly the tables around me were full.

it was daytime outside the theatre and i walked out with a girl i both knew and didn't, trying (badly) to describe how the staging had been meant to look like a human skull, as though that explained anything. when she spoke she only referred to things and people by initials i didn't recognise.

i dreamt i was at a beckett play with too many characters, and at the final curtain, one was robert carlyle. he was disappointed to see me in the crowd. women in the next row were angry after, as if they'd been ambushed by something they hadn't expected, stormed into the lobby and demanded refunds.

VLADIMIR: Well? Shall we log off?
ESTRAGON: Yes, let's log off.

They do not log off.

darth have you met Gaia? she ate glass and needed surgery but she's on the up and up now 🐾

what a total sweetheart!

ah im so glad you found it! my old drives are buried in the cupboard, haven't had a chance to look them out. this was such a good wee night, simpler times 😅

she's a cocker spaniel crossed with an aussie, we think 🤷🏻‍♀️ mum is a cocker and got away from the dog walker 😅