Thatcher, Milking it

It's a bit obvious I suppose, but I just thought I could use this space as an online diary, although not with the really personal stuff. Still, here goes. Also thought I would like looking back on the wierd and perhaps odd entries I might make, like this one.

Just last night I had a dream about Margaret Thatcher. Actually I'm sure it was a few nights ago and NOT after seeing Milk, which I did see two days ago. The link now seems clear, but I guess it was made as Thatcher's era mixed with what I assumed Milk was about. It's an interesting film anyway, and nice to see Sean Penn do something open, honest and quite un-american, in a sense. The link, by the way, being Section 28.

Anyway, I was at some drinks party, all a bit posh, and there she is in the corner with some tall gentlemen, sipping something. She looks austere and dressed quite darkly, I'm surprised how tall she is. I've cornered her and all I can think to say, at the same time feeling quite pathetic, is "Why do you hate gays?"
I can't remember much more, something about being in a lift with her. The I was awoken by the frickin' alarm, just as I could feel her cold breath on my neck...