Right. I have this creepy gift of thinking of things/dreaming of things/hearing of things for the first time and then being haunted by information about these things for no good reason. I can only draw the conclusion that the CIA are somehow monitoring my brain and presenting bits of info accordingly. Example from just minutes back. In the middle of my daily media consumtion (extremely intense at the mo) I'm reading at the Guardian's website about how the Saatchi gallery is deep in debt. As I'm reading this I'm thinking "oh, who the bloody hell is it Charles Saatchi is married to again", but I'm not really interested enough to google him. Having finished my reading of the online version of the Guardian, I'm moving over to the Mirror. Force of habit I'm checking out what the 3am girls are up to first, and what do I see at the bottom, under "surveillance"? Following; "NIGELLA Lawson and husband Charles Saatchi sending back a red wine for being too cold during lunch at Cipriani's..." Eerie? Yes, it is. As hell. And I knew it was Nigella really, I'd just temporarily forgot.
I'm still being swept by the Colin Farrell wave created by that dream a few days back. American Outlaws tonight @ 9pm. Yay.
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