Conscience pricked into guilt by yesterday's trumpeting celebration of inachievement, I dreamt last night that the Group Finance Director of the company that owns the company that I work for (in real life) took it upon himself to give me advice about how to attract funding for my festival show. (In real life, I've met him once. Once!) "But you have to get sponsorship for it!" he said with mild irritation at the thought that I didn't care enough. "Why wouldn't you?"

Why indeed.