My colleague Simon suggested I imagine-the-audience-naked to cure my apprehension about the upcoming presentation. Unfortunately, every night I dreamed I was naked in various nightmarish forms, making me even more nervous but yesterday the presentation went off magnificently.
Yet here I am again. This time I’m standing in the middle of our street, all the neighbours gawping in horror.
Presentation pressure over, I laugh. I pose. I do a dance.
Suddenly… ‘Get inside now, Thomas Jenkins!’ My wife Bernice is not laughing.
And… it’s not a dream!