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I had a totally bizarre dream this morning, wherein Tony Blair was personally offended that I can't stand him or his politics, and called me a sexist. I laughed in his face. It was awesome.

And I was just at the shop and noticed an old guy muttering to himself at the cashpoint. Me, being British, politely ignore him and wear the 'there is not a dude talking to himself five feet away' expression. I even turned away from him. This did not deter him because once he was done with the ATM, he proceeded to mutter something I didn't hear and smile at me like he'd made a joke. Me, again with the British, politely smile. He then procceds to start ranting about his epileptic bi-polar brother who he and his wife can't get out of their house, and the other family members that won't help. I blink a lot and say 'yeah' every now and again. He ends with, 'I want to talk to the Prime Minister. I want to talk to Brown about this!' before stalking off, leaving me to wonder whether the brother is the only mentally imbalanced person in the family and also wtf is up with random Prime Ministers in my life today.

Anyway.