And You Thought You had my Personality Pegged

By now you may or may not have realised that I am a weird dude. In my time here as a blogger (AKA points out things you already know from a source you don't want to get it from) I have talked about my dream that the Disney Channel would be brought to ruin, that I hug random strangers (not really though), showed you several odd photographs of animals (What I do with my time, Ladies and Gentlemen) and gave the proposal that Nick Clegg raising tuition fees could have possibly been brought about by bandit raccoons. Clearly I am not the most mentally.....sound person you're ever going to meet.

However recently, I discovered that even my dreams at night are abnormal.
The way for me to have the best dreams is to be really tired and sleep for around 12 or 13 hours. Or if I have the flu-MAN flu. Because I'm a MAN.

What do I mean by abnormal? Do I exhibit personalities in my dream world that are not congruent with my personality in real life?
You could say that. You could also say I dreamt I was the Incredible Hulk...as a politician....in an Armani suit.

You heard me.

But that's not all. Inside a room in my school (so the hulk debates politics in school what of it?) everything began to rumble. So running outside it turns out my friend Michael Goldring's family had got me a giant robot to smash because the Hulk likes to smash things.
What nice people right?

After smashing the robot I, for reasons unknown, began to create broomsticks upon which I could fly.
Weird as that sounds, it's a big leap for me. I'm serious. In all of my dreams, I have never been able to fly before. I was a little birdy thing before. Couldn't fly. Pterodactyl. Couldn't fly. Friggen superman couldn't even fly. If was pathetically funny because he was just sort of hopping up and down, clawing at the air.


Yeah....


The next night of dreams was a lot weirder and more sinister.
My entire year at school was at the cinema and, on by one, they began to be replaced with identical copies of themselves. After this was discovered there was panic and terror and we were trying to hide from the evil, the despicable...BEN JOHNSTON!!!!
That's right folks. My friend Ben Johnston was the leader of the impostors. Granted he himself was not Ben but an impostor, but still.
After going round...wherever the hell I was. I think it was either Queens university or West Minister Abbey. Anyway. Unimportant. And this is dragging on. The impostors where invincible!!
I tried (prepare for awkward psychosis moment) stabbing one of them with a Biro. No reaction. Worst part about this is that all the impostors are people from my year.....No I'm not going to say who I stabbed!


Straying from things that make me sound like I should be have my mental stability checked, My friend  Chris Logan had a brilliant idea. You see it was his birthday a few days ago and so he received from another friend, not a card, not a present, not a hug, but a toy from McDonald's.
More specifically, it was a three inch tall "Crimson Chin" from Fairly Odd Parents AKA the best cartoon on TV.
Chris' idea was that we should take pictures of the Chin in various poses and with different people. This is the outcome

The Crimson munChin (eh? See what I did there?)

Brushing Up on his R.E.

My Personal Favourite: The speck still seems more intimidating than the 6 foot 4 dude next to him

Brilliant idea Chris.

The Chin is forever immortalised in the minds of both of my regular readers

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