And you thought 2003 couldn't get any weirder...

Peter Cuthbertson obviously had far too much cheese to eat over Christmas:

While I slept soundly and undisturbed by thoughts of weblogs in my regular-posting days, I have had three dreams featuring bloggers in the last few weeks, the most recent, on Sunday morning, involving me cleaning a mansion that turned out to be owned by Nick Barlow. I don't need Freud for this one; I just need to post more. So I shall.