I dreamt last night of my pet gorilla called 'Character'. He had grown up so i had let him loose some months ago back into the wilds of the Wexford coast line (his natural habitat). Every now and again when he got scared, he came back to visit me but I had to be careful as he wasn't as domesticated as before and posed a slight threat. On this particular night there was a fierce storm and Character had returned for shelter and for company as he often did. I could hear him getting upset as he inconsiderately climbed my drain pipes and wailed on my roofing tyles. He was whining like I'd never heard before. In a panic, I quickly rose from from my bed and checked my last post on twitter in case I written something to upset him.

Then I woke up