Last week I had a dream that Jack Johnson turned up at one of our Sunday meetings. The funny thing was that it was Zoë who pointed him out to me and said "hey, look, it's Jack Johnson." I went over to him while he was getting a coffee and doughnut and introduced myself. He was like, "cool man," and decided to hang out with us in the afternoon when we were playing frisbee in the sun.

I didn't tell him that I knew who he was because I didn't want to look like I was putting him up on a pedestal.