Ah! The perils of long chats with people which I then have to transcribe before I can write a blog. Especially if I have to go out earlier than I thought today.
So I have to think of a shorter blog…
A few nights ago, in the middle of the night, asleep in bed, I heard a strange sound in the ceiling.
The sound of a solid ball running on wood across the floor of the loft above my head. It rolled from the front of my bedroom ceiling towards the back.
My loft does not have a flat floor. It has beams with gaps between. It is impossible for a hard, spherical object to roll across the floor because there is no floor. And the beams and gaps between have got fluffy soft fibrous insulation over six inches thick on top of them. Nothing can roll anywhere. And the sound I heard cannot have been something rolling across the tiles of my roof from front to back, because it would have had to roll uphill and against the overlapping of the tiles.
It was a real sound I heard. Some spherical object rolling on wood.
But it must have been a dream.
I normally do not remember my dreams at all, which is a pity.
But I have been remembering them a tiny bit more recently.
Last night, this might have been a result of me waking up because my already damaged left shoulder is still sore from tripping over a kerb in darkness during Arthur Smith’s midnight tour of the Royal Mile in Edinburgh in August and falling awkwardly on the cobbles.
Or because I keep getting cramp in my legs at night.
Or because the sole of my right foot is in pain.
Or because last night I only had five hours sleep.
In any case, I woke up this morning thinking I must remember to blog about the two comedians who are standing for political elections – one in Britain and one abroad. Then I remembered I had been dreaming. Then I thought maybe I was only dreaming I was dreaming and in fact it was true. Then I realised it actually really was a dream but wondered why I had dreamt of that. Then I remembered comedian Eddie Izzard has talked about running for Mayor of London and that the late Malcolm Hardee had run for Parliament 1978.
Malcolm’s manifesto commitments included a cable car for pensioners to the top of Greenwich Hill… Bringing proper fog back to London for old times’ sake… Re-launching the Cutty Sark… And concreting-over the River Thames so people could travel about more easily.
He got more votes than the Communist Party and the National Front.
Since then, a cable car has been built across the Thames.
So it can only be a matter of time before the concrete mixers arrive.
On the train home late last night, I remember two people were talking.
They were talking about performing as a pantomime horse over the Christmas period and arguing over whether it was better to be the front half or the rear end.
Over the Christmas period, Italian comedian Luca Cupani told me he had been looking for a new flat. He had seen one advertised but had decided not to make contact. I thought he should. The ad read:
AFFORDABLE ACCOMMODATION CLAPHAM COMMON
CLAPHAM, WEST LONDON
Shared bedroom small flat with limited space for a flatmate M/F.
NO TV, landline, internet, just radios. Has suited ambitious but impecunious students/workers prepared to share partitioned bedroom with a granny.
Nearest tube Clapham Common / bus 35/37/137/345
Everything above was real.
Who can tell?