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A dream I had recently: I'd been elected to Parliament (I know, I know - your mirth is second only to my own), and upon arriving at Westminster I discovered that I didn't have a robe (all the other MP's wore robes of brilliant green - why green? No idea. And thinking about it, they were more like trench-coats than robes...). Unable to take my place in the Commons without such a garment, I immediately set off, scouring London until I could find suitable attire. Through the labyrinthine corridors and twisting staircases of the Underground, and the wending and winding fog shrouded streets of Old London Town I searched, but to no avail. Robe-less, I returned to the Houses Of Parliament twice more. On my first return, the building now resembled Canterbury Cathedral. On my second, it was pile of ancient ruins, almost hidden under a mass of moss and creeping ivy. Both times I attempted to sneak inside, but for all my effort I could not conceal my lack of proper raiment and I was sent away in disgrace.

All the other MP's looked to be having such a good time inside that I left feeling decidedly disappointed...