Last night I dreamed that Ricky Gervais was Hitler, and I was his personal secretary.
It was a terrifying dream, but I thought Ricky Gervais as Hitler was inspired casting. Well done, subconscious!
I also dreamed that we had a new Labour leader. That was a lovely dream. Not true, alas.
Anyway – my subconscious is much more interesting than my conscious at times. The plots of my dreams are so brilliant, but the plots I come up with for books aren’t quite as exciting (or rather, bizarre). Maybe I should go out on a limb a bit more…