Hi Sandra. I had a dream about you last night. We were sitting on a floor arguing (what else!). I was trying to tell you that London was a terrible place for Beatle fans to visit but you kept on replying "but what about the pimpernickel?"
Then we were at a concert and we were blown away by how fat Nils Lofgren was (!) and then we had a good laugh because the bass player was wearing little shorts and we could see his undies.
Towards the end we were getting on great. We even had a dance.
Wierd or what?