Weird dream last night,me and the artist formerly known as Prince,now known as Prince,were on the run in Liverpool.We were chased out of this bloke strangely enough wearing a tracksuit's house! Running away to the tune of Purple Rain.The bloke chasing us was on a bike,but strangely, even though we were not running that fast,as we were running in time to the song he couldn't catch us.
Even though Prince being considerably shorter than me, kept ahead of me somehow,the fella on the bike would occassionaly pass me but didn't stop me as he was really after Prince,I kept running anyway!
As we ran through the streets of Liverpool,people would say "arrite Prince lad?" I kept on hoping he would shout back "arrite Queen?'(In the dream)
As we kept on I started to pray that this wasn't going to be some 12' remix version of Purple Rain as I was knackered! Along the way we also started to discuss a 'Scouser's Charter' a bit like a human right's act for Liverpool..Most of the clauses I won't go into but the first one was to be freely able to wear a tracksuit or replica kit at all times,the second was for your skin colour to be a weird shade of orange. I hadn't quite finished the rest, involving working on the side and the Beatles and football,when my neighbour decided to knock down every wall in his flat!
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