Snatched from the wreckage of dream...
Sep. 26th, 2008 08:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
avevale_intelligencer"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.
"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.