I'm in my local branch of Marks and Spencer. I'm sitting at a large table opposite my sister...except she's not my sister. She tells me to stop following her, which I wasn't anyway.
I go to the train station and in the shop, where I pick up a couple of chocolate bars. When the man rings them through the till, they come to £9-something. I tell him that can't be right, so he puts them through again. The second time, they come to £11-something.
I don't remember the train journey, but I arrive in London. I'm at the front of a room which looks like The Royal Festival Hall. I'm here to see Pere Ubu. David Thomas comes on stage, looking like a giant waiter. He makes some vocal noises into his mic. There is no music. Behind him, a man with a moustache pushes a piano on and off stage.
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