15th December 2002

I dream that I am having dinner at a Hard Rock Café somewhere in the world. Our group is having a good time, true we’re a bit loud but nothing most people would find unacceptable.

We leave the café and head back to the coach park. A representative is furious with us. Whether she represents Hard Rock Café or our tour group I’m not sure. I’m also not sure why she picks me specifically to complain to. The lady that complains is a short woman of Asian origination. She leans over me as I try to calm her down and explain what really happened. Eventually I stand up as I am fed up her leaning over me. I now have the height advantage again so she tries to stand on tip toes to try and get an advantage back.

Eventually she says everything will be smoothed over if everyone agrees to fill out some forms. I initially think it’s a ‘how was your server’ type card, so I get ready to say our server was great, but then read the small print and see it says that we each agree to pay £275 a month to a charity. I am of course not amused.

16th December 2002

I’m working with some Health and Safety team touring round seedy shops somewhere. I’m inexperienced in the job and whilst I’m concerned about rubbish left next to kitchens, the more experienced guys are trying to get the women workers in the shop to offer them sexual relief. I watch the other guys for a while, quite fascinated until I come across a fruit machine. The game has very obviously been rigged. It’s supposed to give out free drink or tokens every so often but blatantly doesn’t, as the coins going to this feature get stuck. However someone sees me looking suspiciously and gives the machine a thump to get it working again.