Just been watching 'Closer'. Found it's best to watch this film with your own soundtrack playing, so I'm there, listening to Stevie Wonder, Amon Tobin, Interpol, whatever (pretty much anything will do) . . . and the film's not so bad after all. Not nearly as dull as I thought. Their mouths move, but I cannot hear anything. Sweet. But, my . . . what fine green eyes does Clive Owen have, eh? Otherwise . . . today, I did meet Tom and Jenny at the Scarbrough Taps, for a few drinks. Then they did go to Pudsey, to meet up with Emma, for it is her birthday. At that point, I caught the number 50 bus back home . . . via Burley Road.

And such strange dreams . . . I'm in a mini bus, with several other people, and there are winds blowing that could blow cars off the road . . . the driver's struggling with the steering wheel, and it seems clear that we may not make it, wherever we're heading. The passengers are terrified and we're all kind of fearing for our lifes, when a blast of wind hits the mini-bus on the right side, pushing us off the road . . . the driver kind of goes with it, bears left, and drives into this grassy ditch and we seem okay for a while . . . and then I remember . . . a while ago, gravity just kind of turned itself off for a while, and somehow, out of the chaos and confusion, somehow I ended up in this mini-bus, one of the survivors.