DREAM: I am at a big party, where my politics are ill-received. Jane More is mocking my badly cooked Shepherd's pie. It is truly awful. Lucas draws my attention to an open skate clothing shop on what seems to be Holloway Road. I steal a few items (Hooch, Two Legs, Nike) and run away. I pass a man throwing a molotov cocktail into a kebab shop. I begin to fly to escape and, unable to follow, he lets fly with a prodigious stream of piss, which soaks me. I return to the party, which neither welcomes me nor offers me sympathy.