I had a weird dream last night.
I dreamed I went into a 24 hour shop on Stokes Croft.
I dreamed it was mostly selling booze, but had some bread and milk and chocolate and polish cakes.
I dreamed there was a shiny electronic machine which said "Instantly By And Sell Crypto".
I don't know what Crypto was: a drug? A friendly alien dog? But you could buy it and sell it instantly.
In my dream, I turned around, having bought some bread and some milk and some cheese (but no Cryptos) and saw a pile of tomorrow's papers.
In my dream, the Prime Minister was a man named Boris. And the newspaper headline was "Boris Promises New Golden Age."
I dreamed a dream my life would be so different from this hell I'm living. I see the English living in my houses and the the Spanish fishing in my seas. Bring me my amazing coloured coat.