Very soon I will leave this green and pleasant land and jet across the continents until I reach some place in the Gulf where British service personnel are deployed. It isnt the first time and Im sure it wont be the last. Anyway, I am ready to go and have conditioned my mind to deal with whatever, which means I am now waiting in limbo. This is hard for Mrs Hooligan and rugrats. She cant plan anything with me until my return and nobody knows whats going to happen regarding this supposed war or not. The point is, the change has caused me to have weird dreams lately. They are probably triggered by the impending disturbance in my normal routine but the one I had last night was particularly odd. I dreamt that all my past and present friends, of which I have a few I call close, were popping in and out of a house I was staying in. Each had something different to say except Mob. Weird as it sounds, although I have gotten to know Mob via On-line gaming, biblicone, telephone and the postal service, neither of us has yet found time to be in the same place at the same time. Nevertheless, he visited this house in my head last night carrying with him a suitcase. This suitcase contained his belongings which he presented to me and all it contained was Pop Up Pirate!!!
Explain that will ya?

Mrs Hooligan laughed when I told her this dream so I might as well let the rest of the known world in on it. :-)