Must've been something I ate: I had three long, complex, full technicolour stereo-3D kick-off-the-duvet NIGHTMARES last night. Whew!
One featured the weird church and its surrounding sculpture park full of colossal scary figures. Before it started getting really intense, I was chatting with Noel Fielding, there, and discovered that the name of the place is Our Lady of Victory.
Well, the flat is about as tidy as it gets, I've changed the cat litter, and R Next Door is coming round later to drink to the remote possibilty of better things in 2011. Toot!