And more backlog

12 February 2009
A was chasing something through a jungle/bush/land.


16/02/09
I helped Bill Murray steal millions of dollars - I drove getaway car. Then I was at my grandma's house laying low and I looked out the window and saw Bill out under the tree with a whole blanket full of money (like in greece etc where they have blankets of bags and sunglasses etc) so I went out and he thanked me for my hard work and said 'take your pick' so I thought about who I'd spend money on - buy house, take care of my family, bit to live on etc and chose a billion dollar note. Then I left and went back to grandmas. Later on I was in San Franciso/Auckland and went to bank the billion dollars but when I got to the bank it was written on a school newsletter. In typewriter font with a cut off strip it had Please deposit this money _$_____________ into the account of _____________. It was like a school banking slip. So I had to leave the bank and go find Bill Murray again. On the way I saw a young Cliff Richard busking. Then I caught up with the person who had the money but it wasn't Bill anymore - it was David Bowie!!! So I went to where he was and jumped in his car and said "Hey Dave, I don't think this money is going to work. It's a little suspicious I'm banking a billion dollars into my school account". And he said, "Sweet, here ya go" and gave me a million. I was stoked, but a little bummed it was only a million. Still, was looking forward to banking it so went back to the bank which was nearly closing and handed over my million dollar note with a real deposit slip. The banker looked at me in surprise but treated me like gold because I was rich. Then on my half of the deposit slip I noticed it had instructions from Iman (Bowie's wife) to him saying that he could only withdraw $50 a day, and as I was thinking I could just live on the interest which was going to be more than that I asked the banker to delete the instructions. And when she did that it pinged up all these security measures - all these questions came up on screen she had to answer and she was sweet until we came to the statement "this note has recently been stolen. Please contact security". And she told me this and questioned where I got the money from and I was panicking, imagining helicopters outside shining their lights through the windows at me, and just said I'd been working for David Bowie so it's sweet, it's just a mistake…

2 March 09
The smallest man in the world was dressed in hi-vis and crash hat, and climbing up lamp posts and diving off them into skip bins.

3 March 2009
It was night time and I knew J wanted to say something to me and was building up to it. I was about to leave to go out and behind me was just pitch black night time and stars (like we were hanging out in the sky. There were doorways and floors like a normal house, but no walls). And he said "Do you mind if I ask you something?" and I was a bit nervous and said "Depends on the question!" and you said "Do you think I should put my crafts into the Sanitarium Family Crafts Stall in the weekends?" I said yes, definitely, and that I didn't know he made 'crafts'.


4 March 2009
Had a dream I was at V Festival with A and B and we were in a dance tent with old people. And obviously that wasn't happening, so we left and P was there. And then we all got separated. Don't know where Awere was but then B and I, we got separated when he gave me only 3 mins to go to the loo and the queue was MASSIVE. B, walked off at the 3 minute mark. Then I was watching horse cross country, and couldn't get hold of them. Then I bumped into B later on and said "hi! Yeah, I'm having a feed and working on visas with an old friend from NZ". So I was bored and left and caught the bus back to London with all the old people.

5 March 2009
J (she) and I decided to hold a celebratory election charity party for Obama and his family. And because he's Obama, all the celebrities came. And it was the best party ever! Michelle was talking to Beyonce/Leona and I was walking around taking photos of J and I at our party where all the stars were being dropped off in limos. It was half my parents place, half function rooms. I snapped a pic of Michelle and Beyonce/Leona chatting after Beyonce/Leona had walked along the beach in her baseball cap. Then I went inside, checking on everyone making sure they were having fun, came across Hugh Grant looking like a homeless person in a lounge, and Julia Roberts having a great time, and then sat down with a family in Hester Blumenthal's restaurant - he was cooking for free for anyone who wandered in. I met my friend J in there. He was playing later on. Then I made sure a snotty posh woman was happy, and remember thinking deciding on tickets was tough - ranging from $50-150 and didn't want it to be expensive, but hey, if you're a movie star you can afford $100 for the kids right? So yeah, massive success of a party for the Obamas with all proceeds to charity, organised overnight. Then back at work I was telling everyone what we had done at the weekend and A goes "Yeah, I did that once and Justin Timberlake showed up". I scowled at him.