I keep getting these strange Kafka-esque dreams. They usually involve me being an office underling somewhere tasked with a pointless tedious little task that soon spirals out of control. Last night I had to take a series of items stored in a crate (files and videos for some reason) to some women to record them. I started off down some corridor not knowing where I was going (I was new) when fortunately I bumped into her. She pointed to a series of doors and dimly lit passageways, "through there" she said. "But you will have to hurry because it is late afternoon and we are all going out on a do". Then she walked off. I was about to follow when I realised I had dropped half the stuff. Retracing my steps I found a couple of files but the rest were still missing. A girl was stood by them, I asked if she had seen the rest. "Oh Hugh has them, he has taken them back" she said. Running back to my desk though I found that the items in question were no longer in the crate and had instead been replaced by a whole load of tins of rusted and dented baked beans. Were these part of the clearout too? Did I have to take these tins of baked beans to this woman to catalogue as well? And I had to be quick because she was going out. Asking someone who and where this Hugh was I was told he was a big ginger chap who was always singing. "Singing what?" I asked. "Scott Walker" I was told "He likes a bit of Scott Walker." "But..." I replied. "is it the heartthrob Scott Walker of the late sixties early seventies or the older, more bizarre avant-garde Scott Walker of more recent times, the one who records sounds of people punching sides of pork and sings songs about Mussolini?". "Heartthrob" I was told. "You can usually catch him singing Mathilde." So, clutching files, videos and beans I started down another corridor only to wake up bleary eyed and extremely confused...............And my book? Well the cat slept on it last night, he likes being high off the ground, I have another dream, where I am trapped for eternity in Debenhams wandering past aisles and aisles of reasonably priced blue floral dresses with the heating slightly too warm and the lighting slightly too dim but I will save that one for another time.