(1107) On the plus side are three nice jazz numbers which relate to each other, for Sunday, plus five, not one or two filums of value … I’d rate them Bplus, Bplus, B, Bminus and Cplus, starting today, excluding Sunday rest day, not unlike the cricket. All are British. (1400)
18. Hate, stop hope
17. Ah had a dream, yessiree
As with many dreams, the details around the edge were hazy. I’m facing a building, a bureaucratic type, with windows and we’re meant register or order or whatever there. Lady tells me not here, you need to go around to the other side.
I do go out on the left, around the building to head right along the back of the building but … lying on the ground is a deathculter. Dead? Not sure … sprawled out, might be a trick. However, this side of him, on the asphalt, is a gleaming middle-eastern machete looking blade and handle. I’m about to head along that wall, maybe fifty yards, but realise there’s no one about down that way.
Come to think of it, there’s no one around the ticket windows now either and those ladies are closing the shutters … normal, it’s siesta. Now, it’s either race up to the slowest window and beg to be allowed behind … or call an emergency over the “dead” jihadi … or go out right now to kick his teeth and goolies in, scooping up the blade on the way, but reason that he would already be up, with the blade, waiting. Not looking good.
Area’s sterile, nothing to use as a weapon, kicking myself that I didn’t scan better heading into the semi-enclosed space, didn’t prepare better earlier … too late now. Going out and stomping the jihadi seemed 50-50, hmmmm, climb onto the roof? Possible. Woke up right then.
16. Plod indoctrinated to fear ordinary people