She's a maniac

I've just noticed that I always try and title my blogs with a song lyric. Why is that? Even ones that have nothing to do with music!

Anyway last week we went to see Solange at Yo-Yo in the Notting Hill Arts Club. On the tube we sat opposite this woman who looked relatively normal. Until a woman sat next to her - at which point she went balistic. She started shouting, *adopts Irish accent*, 'Say fooking excuse me! How would you like it if I sat on YOUR funeral dress?! Say fooking excuse me! Don't mess with me! It'll be your fooking funeral!'

Then she started pushing the girl next to her, picked up a London Lite and nearly went to smack her with it.

In an ideal world I would have stepped in but I took one quick look at her nasty long nail extensions and suddenly saw potential for a re-imagining of Un Chien Andalou at 7:35 on the Central Line to Notting Hill.



So I didn't get involved. I felt quite ashamed of myself.

Then I went home and dreamt that I was in a queue for a cash point when this little kid pushed in front of the guy in front of me. We both pushed him out the way and he came back and said to me, 'I'm going to fucking stab you!' He then pulled out a little stanley knife and stabbed me three times in the leg.

It wasn't a fun dream.

But reading the papers I saw this and thought, 'Well, I guess I saw that first hand.'