Any dream watchers out there might like to have a stab at interpreting why I should have pictured in my sleep that Kylie Minogue was living in a house in Queensbury close to where I was brought up… and Jason Donovan was living in the actual home where I had lived my formative years.
It may help to know that I care little for either of the Antipodean songsters/ show people, especially the music of the former which I would compare unfavourably to the pastime of watching paint dry.
Curious thing the somnulant brain.