My meeting with Frank Sinatra

On Friday night, I had a dream. I met Frank Sinatra. And I was chatting to him about his music, and his amazing talent. And I said "Yesterday at the office, we were listening to you sing Mack the Knife, and it was really excellent. I mean, there's a deep, rich quality to your voice, and listening to it is like having warm butter poured into your ear, without the nasty side effects". He seemed pleased, though I don't remember what he said. I never seem to remember the things other people say in dreams, they tend to just be there. That's probably indicative of something, though I can't be bothered to figure out what. Anyway.

"But afterwards", I continued, "We listened to Ella Fitzgerald sing the same song. And you know what? She pisses all over your version."



He took it quite well, considering his Mafia connections. I expect to be assassinated in my dreams by the end of the week. Unless I can get some of Ella's connections to help keep me safe.