Having had Buy My Face dreams™ all last night, I needed a reality check when I woke this morning.  Nervously grabbing my paintbrush totem, I gave it a quick spin… and flicked paint everywhere.  As I cleaned up the paint and lamented on the possibility that there could be unexpected side effects from painting your face every day, there was a knock at the door.  It was Mike – he’s a recent graduate just like us, who’s trying to bust his way into TV documentary production and he was here to film a documentary on BuyMyFace.com.  We were asked to treat him as if he were invisible – we should just go about our normal lives.  I found Ross in the kitchen wearing nothing but a smoking jacket, and holding a pipe.

 

Ross: Mike, charmed to meet you.  How say we migrate to the dining room so you can film us whilst we paint?

 

As Ross spluttered after a deep inhalation of what smelled like burning coffee beans, I knew he had the right idea.

 

Ed: Yes, it’s face painting time Ross, but I will have to do my thousand morning press-ups.  It’s just part of my daily routine.

 

Suddenly we were in the dining room, and I couldn’t for the life of me remember how we got there… then Mike transformed into a velociraptor and bit Ross’ head off.  I was next, and as Mike’s razor sharp teeth began pressing on my jugular, I found myself panting heavily in my bed.  Cunning – a dream within a dream.  The day planned out pretty much as dreamt though, minus the velociraptor and smoking jacket.