Odd dream last night in which I stepped into a railway station where the tracks turned into a very shallow, stoney-bedded river, which I found myself crossing with a grey-bearded man. He was probably in his early sixties, wearing a polo shirt, shorts and sandals - a bit of a rambler type. In retrospect, he was very loosely based on a former colleague.
I have no idea what we discussed, because I woke up just after we got to the other side of the river. However, I do remember one line, where he described "chatting and frascating with some friends". As I attained consciousness and the peculiarity of the second verb resounded around my brain, I knew instinctively that he meant that they were having a conversation while sharing a bottle of Frascati.
Posted by Hg on Tuesday 18 January 2005 at 21:37.
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