Last night I had a dream that you owned and operated a motorbike shop at the top of Malone Road in Belfast. You designed and built me a motorbike. You sprayed it cherry red and then hand-painted a mad striped design on it.

You then physically lifted the bike out of the shop with your bare hands and put it on the road for me. I was nervous about driving it as I'd never ridden a bike before. In typical dream fashion, the nerves subsided quickly and I promptly drove the shit out of it around Belfast.

I'd just like you to know that your skillz have not gone unappreciated.

Si.