Could it be called noble ambition, if your one dream was to, after you become famous and are interviewed by a broadsheet national newspaper, name one of your five favourite bars as Napoleon's on Merrylee Road, because it has a beer garden, is more than just a bar, and serves below-par food to gullible patrons in an empty dining room? Or would that just be ironic?
ps. If I were to tell you that, honestly, there are no dreams this week, because I cannot remember any, I would be lying. Thank you.