Ossonflags, there is always a downside of asking me to elaborate upon anything. But here goes. In my dream, you were throwing small explosive charges from an island in the middle of an urban lake, killing wildlife - particularly the sea anemones that inhabited the lake in large numbers. Around the outside was a throng of angry onlookers, all baying for your blood. They urged me to row to the island, where I had to dispatch you with a sharpened wooden pole. I had to do it, but it took ages to get to you because the island was covered in a tangle of office furniture. When I finally stabbed you, you beamed with pleasure, as it was some kind of test. The onlookers started to cheer in support of me and what I had acheived.

God in heaven only knows what that was all about. I hope you aren't too disturbed or traumatised by it. But watch your back during the Punch the Horse gig at the Hope and Anchor South Ferriby UK on the 27th July, particularly if I have my sharpened pole with me.