Now I’ve had a little nap, I’ll spill the beans…
In my dream, Darth Vader was none other than Peaty… Steve friggin Peat!
It was like that bit where Luke goes into the weird lair when training with Yoda to confront his deepest fears and there was Peaty, wearing one of his George Cross Helmets with a crazed beery grin on his face. As I pulled back the goggles, he sprung up and kept firing rubber bullets at me, which though they sound harmless, kept leaving bruises, which wouldn’t heal; little by little, all that pain kept pushing me closer to the dark side, where the Queen ruled over the Galaxy with her tried and tested divide and conquer techniques, hisssssing away as her construction of the Death Star neared completion. What with being Darth Vader, Peaty was obviously aiding the Queen in her exploits, ensuring planets were conquered by force and dispatching minions who secretly admired Donald Trump.
Not gonna lie, I was pretty gutted, as I’ve been a fan of Peaty since I was a young un… Something about Won’t Back Down really struck a chord with me. As it stands though, my dream was intense enough that I’m still a bit weary. Hopefully in a few days, such silly bullshit will stop and I can get on with doing my thang. If not then I’ll not be the one Backing Down.