Oh, god, WEIRD dream last night. It started out that my boyfriend, who happened to be Ron from Harry Potter, had bought me a holiday on a cruise, which I happily went on! When I got back he was all, "Get away, I'm not your boyfriend," at which I was suitably depressed.

Then I was magically at a horrible party full of murderers and nasty dogs, from which I escaped - then I was on a bike, riding through a huge field with several of the homicidal freaks, who'd somehow become my friends.

Then these huge nuclear bombs went off, but instead of mushroom clouds these giant balloon-like pictures of random objects like Mario's hat, a butterfly, a dog, a house shaped like a mushroom and various other things got shot up in the air.

So we had to run away because they were bad and this old guy told us "world war three" had started, and he was going to find the bad man who'd set off the nuclear bombs, and we went with him and saved the world. And then I was back on the cruise again!

Seriously. What the smurf.