As the vino seeps into my already intoxicated bloodstream and the delicious Nando’s rolls about in my stomach, doing the tango with the cocktails, my head slips into sleep and a land of dreams. I dream of myself winning an oscar, my childhood dream haunting me even now, “Thankyou, Thankyou” I had to remind myself not the mention the sex god that is Brad Pitt, that would be so unprofessional. I then switch my trail of thought, Oscars to the government? Go on then, “Oh wow did I get my promotion? Give me it!! I want it! I want it!!” I open my eyes to light and look at the clock, “Oh great I’m late again, not enough time, now im cheesed off”. Now I think the cocktails have started the Rhumba and Im in for a classy day. Paracetamol please?