My sitcom family is at breakfast. On the wall next to the fridge there is a small blackboard. It's mum's board of remembrance, things she needs to get. Today she chalks up 'tights, olives, feta cheese, Vaseline'.
posted by Geoff | 8:34 AM
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I'd leave a comment but this dream is just TOO scary to think about. Can I go and hide in the cupboard now?
last night i dreamed that Jimmy Corkhill off of Brookside was my dad, and that I had been extra nice to him (but not in a weird way!!), so he rewarded me with a can of own-brand lager and a go in his new red escort van.
i worry.
I hope you were driving.
it was kind of a moot point, what with us both being on the aldi lager....
please tell me that's not what's for dinner...(shudders)
I'm trying to think what sitcom family I'd be a member of. Steptoe and Son, sadly, I think. What about you, Geoff?
Probably Some Mothers Do 'Ave 'Em, Wyndham. Although outside the family it's going a bit Only When I Laugh.
It all goes a bit Only When I Laugh eventually, and then it's all One Foot In The Grave.
did you know you can get all three series of Duty Free on dvd now? i'm very tempted.
My Family, always.
I actually live that life....
How did Wolfie Smith become a DENTIST?
My sitcom family is of course the gay and witty cast of Friends. I am of course equally as gay and witty as them. But then this is a Dream Blog...
The traditional meaning of gay, obviously. Before you all start.
Christ, I'd rather be in Porridge than Friends. I'd have the table football game, though. Then again there's probably all sorts of amusements in prison nowadays. Playstations, bowling alleys, flight simulators...We really are a soft touch.
At one point in my life, I wouldn't have minded sharing a cell with Richard Beckinsale ... those eyes, those eyes ...
ooh, i know what you mean, and they lock the doors and put the lights out at about half past seven......
Girls, girls, purrrleaze...
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