Do I need psychological help?

The other night I dreamt I was riding a beautiful, big black horse across a massive landscape. It then morphed into Gordon Ramsey. Then I started snogging him.

My only explanation is - given I has Swine Flu at the time - I needed fresh air and exercise, food and some TLC. That or I am seriously disturbed.

North Eastern men do banter best

One of the things I am most proud of being  a North Eastern lass is the sense of humour of our men. Where ever I have gone in the world, if I hear that accent...I know I am going to have a hilarious evening.

Ant & Dec often feature in my dreams. Not like that...they are just around. I think because they are so similar to the kind of male friends I had growing up in Durham: funny, easy going and always keep your feet on the ground. A few I am still in touch with and they can still make me laugh with their cheeky one liners. You can't get pretentious or precious around Northern blokes, they will just tease you and I love them for it.

A case in point. I like getting "thought for the day" emailed to me. You know the kind of thing:  "Plant seeds of peace now and you will create a life of peace in the future."  One day, I thought I would share this spiritual wisdom with some friends, in order to enrich their lives, so emailed it on. The response from my Northern friend Paul:  "What was that reet pile of gobshite Blakey? Look lass, get ower yersel, we knaa where you came from."   Straight to the jugular.

In second place on good banter come the Welsh boys and the Scots.