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Nick Himself

I was working late last night and didn’t go to bed until after 5am, then slept exceedingly and unusually long and deep, and had a very vivid and strange dream in which Cats, Nick and myself were fighting a fierce war in desert terrain with lobster tails for ammunition, and then suddenly an army of women in burkas swept over the horizon and in the melee stripped off their concealing costume to reveal they were the Nolan Sisters, and we’d all started singing I’m In The Mood For Dancing while conga-ing across the landscape when mercifully I woke up. By which point it was 5pm. I really need to get my body clock sorted.

So anyway, I was delighted to see Nick posting again and that our little disagreement seems to be behind us, like a long line of Nolan Sisters. It wouldn’t have been the same without you Nick, as I’m sure most of our readers would agree. Excellent result! Thanks for staying, Nick :)


  1. RAB says:

    Let’s put it down to one of those Dallas

    Dream in the shower moments


  2. NickM says:

    I am staying on one condition. No fecking Nolan Sisters. Deal?

  3. IanB says:

    Not even Coleen?

  4. CountingCats says:

    Lobster tails? Was I hiding behind a rock scoffing the ammunition?

  5. alison says:

    Great. I love the man’s writing.

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