I don't often remember my dreams so it was a surprise to me when I woke up this morning thinking about my dream. It was set in France. I was looking out of an upstairs window when I saw a coach full of Newcastle fans going past. All the fans inside were going mad. I called to people to come to the window to watch all these black and white clad nutters jumping up and down, shouting and waving. The next thing I'm watching a game – I don't know who is playing – but Winston Churchill is standing behind me. As I turn to look at him I am startled by how tall he is. I'm 6' and he's taller than me. Churchill laughs and tells me he often gets that reaction. He says something about the history books being wrong about his height. Next I'm back in the hotel and I am trying to tell the receptionist in very bad French that I have just met Winston Churchill at the match. The effort of trying to speak French wakes me up.