A guy came to my window at work the other day, he had pastry crumbs or dandruff all over the front of his shirt.
'I need to speak to someone in physics' 'What about?' 'PHYSICS!!!' 'What about physics?' 'TIIIIIIIIIME TRAVEL!' (crazy spooky voice) 'of course you do'
I assume he wants to travel back in time to when women were a little less picky.
Some strange things happened on the weekend to me.
On Friday night I played a show. After I sat outside with a pal and smoked some of his cigarettes. Some crazed young fan came up to me and started praising me. According to my friend she was stroking my face but I have no recollection of this event happening. Which is odd because I can usually feel things touching my face.
Then the following night I had visions of thousands of Garfield dolls covering the walls. It was quite beautiful but started to scare me after a while.
I witnessed Bobby on Idol sing the most beautiful version of a Cold Chisel song I have ever heard. I was literally blown away.
And last night I had a dream where I was sleeping in the same room as my house mates for some strange reason. As I lay there sleeping I heard a strange sound. Something was jumping across the room, small and cat like, perhaps Garfield, suddenly it attacked my arm and was biting me really hard. I woke up screaming.
This morning i slept through my alarm somehow. I use my mobile phone as an alarm clock which is bad cause whenever i hear my alarm sound being used as someones dial tone I think I am dreaming and about to wake up.
Anyway I must have switched it off and fallen back asleep. I woke up to an sms at 10 past 9. It was lucky cause otherwise I would have slept in even more. It was unlucky because for some reason my face was lying on my phone. The vibrations and beeps scared the hell out of me. I thought someone was drilling into my face.
It reminded my of the very first time I had a mobile phone in my pocket. I didnt get a mobile until about 2 years ago, I refused to buy one for years thinking that they were spawned by the devil to ruin our lives. I was right of course. Anyway my mum had lent me her mobile for some reason and I was walking down rundle mall with her mobile in my pocket when it started to ring and vibrate. I didnt hear the ringing but i felt the vibrations. I completely forgot I had the phone in my pocket and assumed that some sort of animal was in my pants, I started slapping my jeans hard jumping up and down like a man on fire, i then pull the phone out and dropped it on the ground. I then realised what had happened but by that stage had attracted a small crowd of on lookers who were wondering what was in my pants too. They all looked quite disappointed to see that it was just a harmless mobile phone.
