At the weekend, I talked to my friend T, who is a surrealist, I am sure.
He told me that he had a dream, and Joan Bakewell was in it (he's about 25, so I doubt if it was one of those dreams), and said to him "he leaned so far back he banged his head on the twentieth century."
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