Mister Magnesium ™

My wife has started telling me her dreams: ‘Mister Magnesium had had his throat cut and the hole was 8″ long and he was seven feet tall. I wasn’t scared of him although I knew he was trying to kill me because he didn’t know that I knew he was trying to kill me.’

‘The one the night before had Graydon Carter (“Who?”) and load of Vanity Fair parties,’ she says.

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