I had the strangest dream this morning. I was in a library - I think it was the now-gone library in Killingworth were I lived as a child - and vampires started to attack me. Not just any vampires, no. These seemed to have several celebrities in their number. At one point, I remember decapitating Neil Kinnock with a copy of his own autobiography (although, come to think of it, he may have been a zombie). I think desperance was also one of the horde and I despatched him with a box-set of his early works.

I wasn't scared at any point during the dream and woke up thinking 'WTF!!!!' but, of course, not as an acronym, 'cos I don't speek l33t.