Tour de France 2010

Last night I dreamt that I was in a school playground with my kids, and Robbie Mcewen was riding slow laps around the playground, waving and cracking jokes.
The kids loved it, and I decided that I was wrong to think of him as a whinging little cunt.
I approached him to get a photo so I could post it on here for Hippy, but when Robbie got off his bike he was three feet tall, and even when I squat down I was too tall to fit in a picture with him.
I sat on the ground, and Robbie was a bit taller than me, but when I looked across he had actually turned into Hippy, but the only picture I've seen of Hippy is the one with him in the Rapha shop ogling the croissants so he just stared at me with a weird greedy expression and I got frightened and woke up.
I feel tired this morning.

this is hippy