The quest to be hilarious.
Can you interpret dreams? Good. Interpret this. The other night in my dream Dad asked me to go out and buy a lamb. I came back with a goat. Fortunately Dad didn't ask me to go out and get a toga, otherwise I'd be questioning if I was dyslexic (I stole that insensitive joke from someone - I think it was my brother Nick. He's so uncouth. Yep, totally making Nick my 'scapegoat' for that one…ahhh. If you haven't realised this already, my brain doesn't switch off, and probably never will. It's something that I have accepted. What goes through my mind late at night when the world is sleeping? Not a lot of useful things if I'm honest. Often for a good hour I'll be sniggering to myself about something hilarious I said 10 hours earlier, or a year ago. Before you know it it's midnight. When I went to bed last Sunday, I was kept awake by my earlier wit. I had watched 60 Minutes with my little brother, Benny and sis-in-law, Olivia. Any