From the back of my pack of M&S chicken & asparagus risotto:

Preheat oven. Remove sleeve. For your convenience, no need to pierce film.

…because it’s such a complicated and time consuming task, stabbing the top a few times?

I had the most random dream this morning. I just typed this up in an email to and just thought that some of you might find this funny.

My dream was a myriad of different things, but I only really remember the end, which was two films running at the same time. One was an alien sort of film that reminded me of Alien Nation, the other was a Hugh Grant film.

Hugh Grant is the prime minister, and he’s at his desk doing work. His personal assistant comes in, a quirky looking guy, a bit like his Notting Hill flatmate dude. He is wearing a suit, but the hair is still messy and he has facial hair. The office is quite large, with big windows, and is mostly a desk, a fireplace, and open space. The assistant looks nervous, and says something like it could be worse. Hugh Grant is like ‘how’? and they start talking about some video on youtube, and Hugh Grant makes it very clear that he is quite put out by the whole technology thing, that he wishes there was no internet and that stuff like this was easier to hush up in pre-internet days. I dunno what the thing was, but it seems to be involving a member of his staff, not himself.

Then a voice over – “But my heart is really in Zambia”
cut to a beautiful warm view of a colourful setting in stark contrast to the cold office, plenty of people, and Hugh Grant in a khaki pair of trousers and a blue shirt, hunched down on the grown talking to a teenage boy about how he is building his own hut.

I wake up, confused.