Snatched from the wreckage of dream...

"Why do you call me the fat one?" (this was me; the answer "well, duh" springs to mind)

"By David Viggershklein!" (hissed by a pituitary dwarf who was lying in a shallow hole in the ground at the time)

The dream itself was something to do with a tree that something had to be done with, but that's all I remember. It's possible, of course, that I was hearing the Countess's radio from next door, and that "Why Do You Call Me The Fat One?" by David Viggershklein is what they were doing on BBC7 before Hinge and Bracket came on....but if it was they aren't admitting it.

Bits and bobs

Waaaaa! My Big Finish subscription has (big) finished! (I knew it would, but it's still not a happy.)

The conservatory is now up and secure. Remains to be done the plastering, the flooring, the steps down to the garden, the (very comprehensive) clearing up, and whatever Everest can do in the way of making up for the ridiculous delay and hassle and trauma. One of the roof panels has dents, and this will be replaced next week. Then, the final payment, and we can get on with filling it up with stuff making the most efficient use of our increased space.

And, if anyone's interested among my musical friends, Native Instruments are offering a free 120Gb hard drive with any purchase over $449 from their online shop. Right here. They'll be falling out of cornflake packets soon...