The Best Kind of Nap

What a lovely sunny weekend it is to be full of cold. I went out yesterday and napped in the cinema. I fell asleep to Robert DeNiro being a macho ship's captain and awoke to see him dancing (or should I say prancing?) in a dress. That's the best kind of nap. A similar thing happened in the pub and I awoke to a male orgy; some sort of public school boy sport I am led to believe. I have my doubts. A little trip out on my bike along the beach awaits today. I wouldn't go out as I'm feeling rather ill, but the sunshine is bound to bring out the best kind of people. I am going to stare at them in admiration through glazed eyes. Jeffrey Lewis gig on Wednesday - wooo hooo.