Last night I dreamed Eurythmics-era Annie Lennox, a ticket agent at a French train station, was trying her hardest to smuggle me and my family out of occupied France but I was having trouble following her instructions until my wife intervened, and in perfect French, sorted the mess and told me what I had to write on my luggage to get everything through.
It could possibly have been David Bowie as Ziggy Stardust; it's probably impossible to tell which.
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