Peanut Butter on finger consitutes a well balanced, low GI meal thanks.

I know it’s boring hearing about other people’s dreams but this is my corner of the world wide net so it’s going to be zinging, i promose you.  I’ve been applying for jobs like a motherbitch lately.  60 applications in about 10 days.   I know it’s hard to believe but I’m starting to tire of talking about myself.  I’m not even allowed to be honest and big up my incredible french toast making skills or the ability to eat only one cereal every day even though I hate cereal.  They’re not interested.  It’s got to be ‘oh blah blah motivating my team through brand loyalty’ and ‘pish-pash i probably won’t swear at the customers or smoke on the shop floor every day’ etc.  Amongst the ill considered application to Calvin Klein underwear as visual merchandiser or Area Manager of Valentino, there are 3 Assistant Manager positions at All Saints in the capital I would give my right ass for.

So this has been on my mind.  I have also been punctuating the endless hours of self-sycophancy with hours and hours of Twin Peaks.  I’ve seen series one, the movie, read the secret diary of Laura Palmer and The Autobiography of Special Agent Dale Cooper and am currently ploughing my way with glee and rapture through season 2.  Can you believe it…22 episodes?  It’s like free sex and wheat free white bread that tastes like white bread and rollerskates with jet packs attached all rolled into on.  Yowser, I’m in love.

So I dreamed I was designing for All Saints when I came up with the Twin Peaks Collection.  The image of Laura Palmer wrapped in plastic would translate well to the t-shirts and could you imagine the owls/horses/BOB repeat print on a parachute dress?  There would be traffic light jewellery and everything would have an underlying scent of burning to bring the line to life.  I woke up convinced I was a genius.

Looking back on it now…I’m not so sure.