T'eyla Minh (teylaminh) wrote,
T'eyla Minh
teylaminh

Dream, Lenny Henry and Big Brother...

I forgot to set my alarms last night and subsequently woke up this morning, peered curiously at the clock and realised it was 7.50. I still managed to be on the bus by ten past, too...

I am now very tired due to not waking up properly...

However, I did have a very strange dream. Stranger, in fact, than the one I had last night where I was the daughter of Jack Nicholson in The Shining and he was scaring my friends at dinner...

This one started off that I'd managed to convince Paul to go to Alton Towers with me. The layout of the park seemed mostly the same except for a few bits that were slightly different. Also, for some reason, I had decided to wear my least comfortable pair of trainers.

I was telling Paul handy hints about going to the far end of the park first because otherwise everyone went straight to Oblivion and it was impossible to get on. And I was telling him all about what Oblivion was like and trying to convince him to go on it.

At one point we passed a gigantic pit which was full of mud and diggers. There was an old-fashioned carousel in there which was also covered completely in mud and I said I wished I'd brought my camera...

Then it started to rain. There also appeared to be a building that we ended up in where the toilets were that looked like an old-fashioned school or hospital - it had very long corridors which were quite dimly lit, with high ceilings and big pipes running along the tops of the walls. I'd gone to the toilet and for some reason I'd taken my shoes off and accidentally left them outside the door to the toilet. I only realised this when I'd gone outside, of course.

Then Alton Towers disappeared and we were in some kind of hotel, which still looked like the weird old school/hospital, where we were staying. It was the morning and I needed the loo (oddly, I don't think I needed the loo in real life, so perhaps this was my dream's way of telling me to get the hell up...). The toilets were old-fashioned as well... I remember there were big black pipes everywhere and the fittings were very traditional. There was a lock on the door, but it didn't work very well and someone tried to come into the cubicle.

Then I was listening through the door to some girls chatting in there. I think there were three of them, and at least one, perhaps two, were gay, at least judging by the conversation... I don't remember any of it now. I remember when I emerged from the cubicle that one of them was wearing one of those old, Victorian nightgowns. Maybe I was trapped in the 1800s...

I don't know if this bit came next or not but it involved Alison B from work, who was also staying in the hotel. She said that we had to go to flatline2010's house for dinner, but she wasn't planning on staying that long. Her room was very small and literally contained only a bed and possibly a bedside table. The walls were dark magnolia and very dusty.

As I say, I don't know where that bit came in, as it may have been at the end, though logic dictates it should have gone after the toilet bit...

The next section involved me being in a car. I think Paul was driving but it may not have been him. We were getting thoroughly lost and he seemed to be quite angry. Also, I was now much younger, about 15, with bright orange Annie-esque hair... We stopped at a pub just off a traffic island, where I went inside and started shouting at someone who was apparently my brother. I think I was hitting him as well. I remember someone saying I couldn't kill my brother, and I stormed out and back into the car.

The driver of the car (possibly my father? I don't know, it was very strange) got back in and I was trying to direct him back to the theme park. I think there was also someone else in the car, but I don't know who it was... Apparently the girl / me had been attacked in the toilets by the other girls, who were much older, and the driver of the car was taking me back there to avenge me. The rear tyres of the car burst into flame and this was going to be how he got revenge...

And at that point, I woke up.

It made a lot more sense when I was dreaming it. Always the way...

I meant to post last night to say that after I'd had to take a team photo in the afternoon, I was then called upon again to take photographs of the team at their desks. Lee was the only one who was happy with his picture on the first shot; the others are all prima donnas. It provided some amusement for a while, anyway... We coined the phrase "hot-jacketing" after Alastair decided to borrow Lee's jacket for his first photo, and because Sue decided she looked better at Lee's desk and said they should all use Lee's desk, until realising that would like they had one desk between them, hence hot-desking, and further hence hot-jacketing.

*watches tumbleweed*

You probably had to be there...

Last night after choir I watched the majority of Lenny's Britain (I think that's what it was called) where he went back to his roots and rode the 74 bus to West Bromwich, and also met various Black Country people including a couple getting married, some midwives, and the residents and care workers of the residential home named after his mother, in order to see how humour was used to get through the various aspects of life, from birth to death...

It was quite interesting and also very funny, intermittently cut with footage from his tour (to which he had invited the people he'd met) where he talked about his experiences. It was nice to hear some proper Yammers, too, as since moving out of home I've not heard the accent in a while, and there's something quite homely about it. I am a Yammer born and bred, despite my lack of accent, and without the inherent hatred of Brummies... ;)

It's part of the reason I like Lenny Henry, to be honest. I like how he makes his comedy as much about his Black Country upbringing as his Jamaican heritage, and having worked with Jamaican and Afro-Caribbean people and heard stories about their lives and history, it's all oddly familiar. I am also fascinated by accents, and accent-based humour, and Lenny Henry does all this in spades.

I'm reminded of my favourite little sketch of his ever, when he was talking about growing up in Dudley and the two separate influences in his upbringing.

Len (in Jamaican accent), shouts back into his house to tell his mother he'll be back on time, or whatever. Len then does an impression of his Dudley mate, slack-jawed: "What you talkin' like that for?"
Len (in Dudley accent): "I dunno, it only happens when I'm in there..."

I think it loses a lot in the retelling, though.

The one thought that did strike me whilst watching was that anyone who lives in Sutton Coldfield would probably rather die than be referred to as part of the Black Country, even though it's practically next door. It's the 'posh bit' of Birmingham and they don't even like to be called part of Birmingham. I only mention this because one half of the married couple in the programme lived in Sutton, which Lenny was quite adamant was part of the Black Country...

There was also some mention of the difference between Brummy and Yammer accents - the difference is actually quite distinct. The person you might think has a Brummy accent will in fact be a Yammer. Don't call them a Brummy. :P

I'm also still watching Big Brother and I'm still convinced the twins are sharing a brain. It's probably the only way they can string a sentence together, and they can barely do that... To further my celebrity lookalike theory, butterflyburn pointed out that Nicky looks like a character from Thomas the Tank Engine, whilst Seany, in his sunglasses, is the spitting image of Mick Hucknall... (or a young Benny Hill, apparently). Also, Tracy is quite facially similar to Claudia Black, but I'm pretty sure the C4 casting people wouldn't have realised that...

I need to stop watching horrible reality television. At least the new series of My Name Is Earl starts on Thursday.
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