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Nagging JM

I had the strangest dream last night. I dreamt I was JM's personal assistant, and apparently my job consisted of me advising him what to wear. We had the following altercation:

GAMIILA: "What you're going to wear? You woke me up to ask me that? Wear what you bloody well please!"

(JM mutters something unintelligible, goes away and comes back a minute later in his ubiquitous T-shirt, jeans and trainers)

GAMIILA: "That's what you've chosen to wear? Please tell me you brought the kilt! And wear some Docs with it this time!"

(JM changes into the kilt, and promptly falls down the stairs).


Mar. 10th, 2004 08:30 am (UTC)
If you have a website, you could just upload it and send me the url (wouldn't have to be put up for all to see).
If it won't work, I'll e-email you my address (don't wanna put it in this public comment)!
Mar. 10th, 2004 09:38 am (UTC)
Found it. I don't have 420mb of webspace. Send your address to bogwitch@yahoo.co.uk and I'll burn you a copy.
Mar. 10th, 2004 09:43 am (UTC)
Just watched a bit. God, is it awful. And JM's accent is all over the place, as if he's forgotten he's not Spike in places!
Mar. 10th, 2004 11:23 pm (UTC)
This, I've got to see...and hear! We'll put it on our viewing list for our next get-together, won't we, B?