I woke up at 3:30 this morning after a rather odd dream. I dreamt that
davem lived only a few miles from my house and that I had walked over there to have tea with him. Upon arrival, I apparently decided that the best course of action would be to sit on top of his car and wait for him to come out - which he did shortly and I was treated to a very puzzled look.
I woke up as soon as he looked at me; and all I can recall about him is that I had taken some liberties with his appearance. My subconscious needs to spend more time on the Barrow-Downs photo page I think.